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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=74336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Funeral</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Recorded by hank williams, sr.<br>Writer: fred rose<br>I was walking in savannah past a church, decayed and dim<br>When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn<br>And my sympathy awakened and a wonder quickly grew<br>til I found myself envired in a little colored pew.<br>Out front a colored couple sat in sorrow, nearly wild<br>On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child<br>I could picture him while livin, curly hair, protuding lips<br>Id seen perhaps a thousand in my hurried southern trips.<br>Rose a sad, old colored preacher from his little wooden desk<br>With a manner sorta awkward, and countenance grotesque<br>The simplicity and shrewdness in his eithopian face<br>Showed the wisdom and ignorance of a crushed, undying race.<br>And he said, now dont be weepin for this pretty bit of clay<br>For the little boy who lived there has done gone and run away<br>He was doin very finely and he appreciates your love<br>But his shore nuff father wanted him in the big house up above.<br>The lord didnt give you that baby, by no hundred thousand miles<br>He just thought you need some sunshine, and he lent it for awhile<br>And he let you keep and love it til your hearts were bigger grown<br>And these silver tears youre sheddin now is just interest on the loan.<br>Just think, my poor dear mourners, creepin long on sorrows lifes way<br>What a blessed picnic this here baby got today<br>Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round<br>In the angels tender garden of the big plantation ground.<br>And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he viewed<br>But a tear came, and he whispered, i want my parents , too<br>But then the angels chief musicians teach that little boy a song<br>Says if only they be faithful theyll soon be comin long.<br>So, my poor detached mourners, let your hearts with jesus rest<br>And dont go to criticizin the one what knows the best<br>He has give us many comforts, hes got the right to take away<br>To the lord be praised in glory, forever, let us pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Hank Williams - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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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..."></div>
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