We saw a candle in the window of the chapel in the graveyard
And it flickered as it slowly moved away
Was that the wind in the pipes of the old dusty organ
Or just howling down the hill among the graves?
Then lightning struck the steeple, and it rang the chapel bell
That's been rusted into silence many years
Then the thunder rolled away and the organ starts to play
And we heard a voice that filled our hearts with fear
Then the voice called through the night so loud and clear
"Is there anything at all you'd like to hear?
Though my bones are old and moldy, I just love to pick them oldies
Is there anything at all you'd like to hear?"
So we dug up some requests for him to try
We shouted, "How 'bout 'Speckled Bird' or 'Jambalaya'?"
He said "Maybe I'll ad lib a chorus on my ribs"
Then the voice sang all the songs that made us cry
Well the three of us, we sang the whole night long
He kept pickin' funky organ until dawn
Till the morning mist was rising on the lawn
When the sun came up, we knew that he was gone
Now the first red rays of sun begin to creep
And the shadows of the graves are long and deep
We smile and wonder when we'll hear that voice again -
Then we close the lid and sing ourselves to sleep.
(Repeat last line several times and fade)
Listen to the song here:
Words and music by Jack Blanchard. Copyright © Jack Blanchard Songs (BMI).
All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission of the author.
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