My Boy Builds Coffins lyrics

My boy builds coffins

With hammers and nails

He doesn't build ships

He has no use for sails

He doesn't make tables,

Dressers or chairs

He can't carve a whistle

'Cause he just doesn't care

My boy builds coffins

For the rich and the poor

Kings and queens them all

Knocked on his door

Beggars and liars,

Gypsies and thieves

They all come to him

'Cause he's so eager to please

My boy builds coffins

He makes them all day

But it's not just for work

And it isn't for play

He's made one for himself

One for me too

One of these days

He'll make one

For you (X4)

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 one is unique

No two are the same

My boy builds coffins

And I think it's a 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 thrown in the ground

It just isn't fair

My boy builds coffins

He makes them all day

But it's not just for work

And it isn't for play

He's made one for himself

One for me too

One of these days

He'll make one

For you (x4)