IN THE MOURNING
There’s a boy that builds coffins
One for your brother, one for his lover
And when your brother dies
Try to keep heads high
When the lover comes
Please let him weep, not sigh
In the mourning you will wake
With seven devils
Your soul they could take
As she overcame
With a song about strange fruit
You must overcome
With a love that stays true
I say to you again
You must move on
Whether it be a blessing or a curse
There’s the living to attend to
Whether they be a blessing or a curse
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