Van Dyke Parks - White Chrysanthemum lyrics

Somewhat overwhelmed by the enormous dimensions of her lovely breast The rector turned his face from Mother Nature back to God "Therefore, in the shadow of the valley we are truly truly blessed- We now return our brother to the sod!" Poor old Ned!-who worked the line six days a week Yes poor old Ned!-words come to mind you start to speak And when it's said-the rain is falling you recall how Poor old Ned! is surely dead! Then they brought him home to that old bosky dell He knew so very well And laid him down for succor simply in a box of Southern pine This was past the oxbow of the river where we Used to fish a spell And wish that rising sun would ever shine And sing Crying time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time And sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time Old Ned was a veteran and better an the best in forty-one When blue Hawaii glistened like a diamond lights the sun That said, when teh Nissan plant was built down by the run He knew his life had only just begun Poor old Ned!-a child tugs on a tattered sleeve Yes poor old Ned!-and piled back in they start to leave And poor old Ned!-will bring into that night one white Chrysanthemum-His kingdom come! And sing Crying time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time And sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time