Funeral March of Thadius Greene

Before the horse drawn hearse,
In black top hat and tails
A man who's face is gray as ash
With lips held tight and pale

In his hands he gladly carries
Black roses for the grave
As they march along the street
Now death is on parade.

Inside the horse drawn carriage
Is a man who few had known
But he was loved by many
Though his life was lived alone

People called him Teddy Bear
His heart was spun with gold
He touched so many with his words
In the stories that he told.

No one knew how old he was
When the angels called him home
And though he lived in solitude
He never was alone.

His life is song among the crowd
Who's come to bid farewell
To a man who was not known
But loved before he fell

The tombs are pitched in darkness
By the fading of the light
And misted by the teardrops
of all who came and cried.

The drums of distant thunder
Are lost along the path
Among the cries of mourners
Who's dressed themselves in black.

On lonely streets they wander
For the song of death now plays
As misty rain falls down to earth
To hail him to his grave.