The Undertaker’s Prayer

[Verse 1]
A man in black sits on a hill with those he's buried there
And folds his hands across his chest for the Undertaker's Prayer

[Chorus]
Lord, Lord, abide with me
My burdens with me share
And give to me my daily dead:
That's the Undertaker's Prayer
O, God, that's the Undertaker's Prayer

[Verse 2]
Dear lady, don't you weep no more, for it will cost you dear
A dollar for each handkerchief and a nickel for each tear

[Chorus]
Lord, Lord, my thanks to thee
For the widows in my care
I'll take every dime they've laid aside:
That's the Undertaker's Prayer
O, God, that's the Undertaker's prayer

[Verse 3]
Life will strip you of your pride and charge a hefty fee
Death your soul will repossess and leave the rest for me

[Chorus]
Lord, Lord, abide with me
My burdens with me share
And give to me my daily dead:
That's the Undertaker's Prayer
O, God, that's the Undertaker's Prayer