Down in the valley where the river flows

There's a man with a long black coat

Clouds that are black and rain that is falling

On the coffin that tries to float

Children they cry

When they look eye to eye

Stay in your home

When the undertaker roams

Your town

The Funeral director is a busy man

He must do the job on time

Tape measures, nails and a clawhammer beckon

To bind the wood that binds

Children they cry

When they look eye to eye

Stay in your home

When the undertaker roams

Your town

Blind as a bat

Chain up the soul

Don't chew the fat

Just hide in a hole

Oh, down in the valley where the river flows

There's a man with the long black coat

Clouds that char black and rain that will falling

On the coffin that starts to float

Children they cry

When they look eye to eye

Stay in your home

When the undertaker roams your town...

Blind as a bat

Chain up the soul

Don't chew the fat

Just hide in a hole