My boy builds coffins
My boy builds coffins
With hammers and nails

He doesn't build ships
He has no use for sails.
He dosn't make tablesdressers or chairs

He can't carve a whistle
'cos he just doesn't care.


My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door
Beggars and liarsgypsys and thieves

All come to him 'cos he's so eagar to please.

My boy builds coffins

He makes them all day
And it's not just for work
And it isn't for play

He's made one for himself
And one for me too
And one of these days he'll make one for you for youyou for you.


My boy builds coffins for better or worse
Some say it's a blessing

Some say it's a curse.
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each is unique no two are the same.


My boy builds coffins
And i think it's shame

That when each one's been made he can't see it again
He crafts every one with love and with care
Then it's slung in the ground

And it just isn't fair.

My boy builds coffins

He makes them all day
And it's not just for work
And it isn't for play

He's made one for himself
And one for me too
And one of these days he'll make one for youfor youfor you

For you.