I Love These Lyrics
There's a little church yard just along the way.
It used to be Lambeth's finest array
of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz.
'Til the war come along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot.
And in this little yard, there's a little old man
with a little shovel in his little bitty hand.
He seems to spend all his days puffing **** and digging graves.
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home.
"Ah-choo, excuse me."
Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
as you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed.
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care
if you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
and you put it in your pocket.
"God, it's pouring down."
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy.
She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys.
And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell.
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket.
Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day
standing in the same spot by a certain grave.
Mary-Ann was only 10 and full of life and oh so gay...
And I was the wicked man who took her life away.
Very selfish, oh God.
No, Mr. GD, you won't tell!
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself,
I've started digging holes myself
And this one here's for you.
"Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it.
Hello misses. Thought she'd be a little girl.
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain."
I have no idea why I love these lyrics, and this song isn't really a 'song', but more of a spoken poem. I love it!
