Funeral for my Broken Heart

By Jerry Olson

Call out the hearse, cause it's about time

we start

This funeral we're havin, is for my

broken heart…

Call out the mourners, and let the

cryin begin

As the sun fades away, never to be

seen again…

Dead flowers for each basket, let each

horse carries its plume

Let the band play a slow song of sorrow

and doom…

Lady, will you lead a horse, no rider

shall ride

And mark my tombstone, the day my

broken heart died…

While you read my eulogy, all can sing

a hymn

Then they'll turn away, and never

look back again…

But remember, my lady, my love, beneath

this dirt and dew

Lies a broken heart, that I

gladly give to you…