Afternoon At The Cemetary Lyrics

A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombsMrs. Watson talks with someone who's been dead for yaersA sickly smell of urine rising from her tightstwo old ladies on a park bench sitting silent already deadWhat a wonderfull place to have a cup of teaWhat a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout LOVEWhat a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a treeon an afternoon in the cemeteryMillions of flies spiral around a cross before they landIn a fresh grave someone dug last nightThe little chappel looks so sad even the flowers seem to cryAnd all those people seem to wait for the moment they will dieWhat a wonderfull place to have a cup of teaWhat a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout LOVEWhat a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a treeon an afternoon in the cemetery