TAKE THE ASHES AND RUN (Leger)
Up that hill where the school house stood
Bunch of rubble and rotted wood
And the warm glow from a morning sun
Take the ashes and run
All these ships bound to disappear
Wasted words and wasted years
Wish I could find my darling one
Take the ashes and run
Today the funeral
Tomorrow the trial
You lose some truth every hundred miles
And you lose an old friend
To the city gun
Take the ashes and run