Country Funeral

Country funeral, it's yours, ours and mine
If you're not chosen now you'll be chose in your time babe
Whistling Tom, he's a piper with a song
It goes, sister, brother, cousin of mine
Mother, father, all hold hands we'll form a line

Country funeral, ghost going to rise tonight
Smoke across the fields and all the bells are going to ring out
River on down, where the steeple meets the ground
Don't believe a soul will be yours in your time babe

Country funeral, I'm going to rise tonight
If your not chosen now you'll be chose in your time babe
All the people's names, in the devil's great game
Well the shiver in the town, sense the serpent all around

He said, sister, brother, cousin of mine
Mother, father, all hold hands
Priests, doctors, lawyers and liars
Painters, poets, lovers and tramps we are, oh