Afternoon in the cemetry
A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs
Mrs. Watson talks to someone who's been dead for years
A sickly smell of urine rising from her tights
Two old ladies on a park bench sitting silent already dead
What a wonderful place to have a cup of tea
What a wonderful place t read a book 'bout love
What a wonderful place to sit around with me
On an afternoon in the cemetry
Millions of flies spiral around a cross before they land
In a fresh grave someone dug last night
The little chapple looks so sad even the flowers seem to cry
And all the people seem to wait for the moment they will die
What a wonderful place to have a cup of tea
What a wonderful place t read a book 'bout love
What a wonderful place to sit around with me
On an afternoon in the cemetry