Van Dyke Parks - White Chrysanthemum Lyrics
Somewhat overwhelmed by the enormous dimensions of her lovely breastThe 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 weekYes poor old Ned!-words come to mind you start to speakAnd when it's said-the rain is falling you recall howPoor old Ned! is surely dead!Then they brought him home to that old bosky dellhe knew so very wellAnd laid him down for succor simply in a box of Southern pineThis was past the oxbow of the river where weUsed to fish a spellAnd wish that rising sun would ever shineAnd sing Crying time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying TimeAnd sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying TimeOld Ned was a veteran and better an the best in forty-oneWhen blue Hawaii glistened like a diamond lights the sunThat said, when teh Nissan plant was built down by the runHe knew his life had only just begunPoor old Ned!-a child tugs on a tattered sleeveYes poor old Ned!-and piled back in they start to leaveAnd poor old Ned!-will bring into that night one whiteChrysanthemum-His kingdom come!And sing Crying time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying TimeAnd sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time and sing Crying Time
