The Night We Heard The Voice

We saw a candle in the window of the chapel in the graveyard

And it flickered as it slowly moved away

Was that the wind in the pipes of the old dusty organ

Or just howling down the hill among the graves?

Then lightning struck the steeple, and it rang the chapel bell

That's been rusted into silence many years

Then the thunder rolled away and the organ starts to play

And we heard a voice that filled our hearts with fear

Then the voice called through the night so loud and clear

"Is there anything at all you'd like to hear?

Though my bones are old and moldy, I just love to pick them oldies

Is there anything at all you'd like to hear?"

So we dug up some requests for him to try

We shouted, "How 'bout 'Speckled Bird' or 'Jambalaya'?"

He said "Maybe I'll ad lib a chorus on my ribs"

Then the voice sang all the songs that made us cry

Well the three of us, we sang the whole night long

He kept pickin' funky organ until dawn

Till the morning mist was rising on the lawn

When the sun came up, we knew that he was gone

Now the first red rays of sun begin to creep

And the shadows of the graves are long and deep

We smile and wonder when we'll hear that voice again -

Then we close the lid and sing ourselves to sleep.

(Repeat last line several times and fade)