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Deaths Chant





Alone in his rocker sat the lonely old man



Alone in his rocker with no one to care



His hands held a story of hardships and pain



Of days long gone by, he'll see once again



He looks up and see, the grain growing tall



The horses, the sheep, the cattle that bawl



He sees a young lady atop of a horse



And near her is riding , a man, tall and course



He hears church bells ringing, a crowd sits inside



He hears all the signing, the girl is a bride



He sees two young children playing their games



He sees red men coming, he sees their heads hang



He sits and keeps smoking, his eyes fill with tears



He knows death is coming, he's had many years







He looks out and sees, no grain growing tall



No horses, no sheep, no cattle at all



He sees no young lady, he sees no young man



He sees no church steeple, no people at all



He's sitting and waiting for death he to meet



He hasn't the strength to walk down the street



He knows no one cares what happens to him



He's waiting for God, to come let him in