Текст (слова) песни: Hank Williams - The Funeral

Recorded by hank williams, sr.

Writer: fred rose

I was walking in savannah past a church, decayed and dim

When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn

And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew

til I found myself envired in a little colored pew.

Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow, nearly wild

On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child

I could picture him while livin, curly hair, protuding lips

Id seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips.

Rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk

With a manner sorta awkward, and countenance grotesque

The simplicity and shrewdness in his eithopian face

Showed the wisdom and ignorance of a crushed, undying race.

And he said, "now dont be weepin for this pretty bit of clay

For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away

He was doin very finely and he appreciates your love

But his shore nuff father wanted him in the big house up above.

The lord didnt give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles

He just thought you need some sunshine, and he lent it for awhile

And he let you keep and love it til your hearts were bigger grown

And these silver tears youre sheddin now is just interest on the loan.

Just think, my poor dear mourners, creepin long on sorrows lifes way

What a blessed picnic this here baby got today

Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round

In the angels tender garden of the big plantation ground.

And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he viewed

But a tear came, and he whispered, i want my parents , too

But then the angels chief musicians teach that little boy a song

Says if only they be faithful theyll soon be comin long.

So, my poor detached mourners, let your hearts with jesus rest

And dont go to criticizin the one what knows the best

He has give us many comforts, hes got the right to take away

To the lord be praised in glory, forever, let us pray."

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Hank Williams - The Funeral Recorded by hank williams, sr. Writer: fred rose I was walking in savannah past a church, decayed and dim When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew til I found myself envired in a little colored pew. Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow, nearly wild On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child I could picture him while livin, curly hair, protuding lips Id seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips. Rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk With a manner sorta awkward, and countenance grotesque The simplicity and shrewdness in his eithopian face Showed the wisdom and ignorance of a crushed, undying race. And he said, "now dont be weepin for this pretty bit of clay For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away He was doin very finely and he appreciates your love But his shore nuff father wanted him in the big house up above. The lord didnt give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles He just thought you need some sunshine, and he lent it for awhile And he let you keep and love it til your hearts were bigger grown And these silver tears youre sheddin now is just interest on the loan. Just think, my poor dear mourners, creepin long on sorrows lifes way What a blessed picnic this here baby got today Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round In the angels tender garden of the big plantation ground. And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he viewed But a tear came, and he whispered, i want my parents , too But then the angels chief musicians teach that little boy a song Says if only they be faithful theyll soon be comin long. So, my poor detached mourners, let your hearts with jesus rest And dont go to criticizin the one what knows the best He has give us many comforts, hes got the right to take away To the lord be praised in glory, forever, let us pray." Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Funeral: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/107/1/1012.html Все тексты песен: Hank Williams » Hank Williams - Mind Your Own Business » Hank Williams - Therell Be No Teardrops Tonight » Hank Williams - Take These Chains from My Heart » Hank Williams - Beyond The Sunset » Hank Williams - Lonesome Whistle » Hank Williams - Window Shopping » Hank Williams - Something Got a Hold of Me » Hank Williams - Jesus Remembered Me » Hank Williams - MY BUCKET`S GOT A HOLE IN IT » Hank Williams - Im Satisfied With You » Hank Williams - My Son Calls Another Man Daddy » Hank Williams - The Angel of Death » Hank Williams - Wedding Bells » Hank Williams - Funeral » Hank Williams - I JUST DON`T LIKE THIS KIND OF LIVIN` » Hank Williams - WEALTH WON`T SAVE YOUR SOUL » Hank Williams - Why Should We Try Anymore » Hank Williams - I Cant Help It » Hank Williams - A Stranger in The Night » Hank Williams - Moanin The Blues Рекомендуем скачать: » Шухрат Хусаинов - А память всерьез увлекалась резьбою по сердцу... » Шапиро Александр - Под мотив » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение Красноярску » Шуфутинский Михаил - Эмили » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение друзьям из 101-го Грозненского полка » Шухрат Хусаинов - Мне было восемнадцать » Шура - Холодная луна » Школин Андрей - Ночной свистнун » Шура, Shura - Нам хорошо » Шао? Бао! - Сезон дождей » Шухрат Хусаинов - Дружина » Шуфутинский Михаил - Зимний вечер » Шелег Михаил - ОТГУЛЯЮ » Шухрат Хусаинов - В одиночной камере души... » Шамиль Абряров - Сумерки... » Шамиль Абряров - Егеря » Шамиль Абряров - Ты холодна, как рыба об лед ... » Шура, Shura - Порушка-Пораня » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение Шухе » Шамиль Абряров - Трамвайщица
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