He comes in he comes out
Now what's this all about?
Come dear close the door
what is it you're fighting for?
He's just a ghost
a specter at the most
It's best to shut your door
come now, get off the floor
brush off your dress
you're such a mess.
He's dead you know?
Buried down bellow.
Don't waste your time
you've lost your mind
if you even think
his flesh wouldn't stink.
Now get to bed,
go rest your head,
and in the morning
you'll be done mourning
or find a new way to lament
someone who isn't even present.
He's laid beneath the clover
his life's been done and over
so stop your tears
and quit your fears
dead men tell few tales
though some do make for good sales
any tale a dead man may tell
isn't worth the trouble to sell.