Текст песни
Edgar sets the table fine
Six feet down where dead folks dine
Bone china for the bone-thin guests
Who've checked out of life's requests
Sugar cubes and moldy cake
For the friends that earth will take
Every graze a dinner seat
Where the living and dead meet
Pour the tea from rusty pots
For the guests who speak not
In this party time forgot
At the grave digger's tea party
Where the dead are never tardy
Every headstone marks a chair
At the table we all share
In this subterranean party
Mrs. Henderson, plot to 43
Still prefers her earl grey tea
Colonel walks like sugar sweet
Even though he can't eat it
Am I mad or are they real?
These companions that I feel?
When the living world's unkind
Do the dead eat troubled mind?
At the grave digger's tea party
Where the dead are never tardy
Though their conversation's thin
They're the best friends I've ever been
To this underground party
When the moon shines on the stones
Edgar packs up cups and bones
Tomorrow night he'll set again
The table for his faithful friends
Same time tomorrow night
The party's always just right