Bring the Glory Round

Hey, hey, lay the sorrow down
Hey, hey, bring the glory round
Hey, hey, hold on, brother

They closed the lid at half past two
They closed the lid at half past two
Black dress, black hat, the whole street too
Pastor said a word, the choir said another
Uncle Beau stood up and said, hold on, brother
She never wore black a day in her life
She wore yellow, she wore that smile
Strike up the band and call up the street
Let us walk her home to the beat
Daddy's got her hat on his chest
Cousin's got the horn in his hand
Nobody here knows how to stand still
When Mama is leading the band

Dry your eyes and find your feet
Don't you cry yet, don't you cry
Hold it in your pocket for the by and by
We've got a long walk, we've got a short song
And she's already half a mile ahead

Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
Let the sorrow walk behind
Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
She would want it loud and she would want it kind

Hey, hey, lay the sorrow down (glory, glory)
Hey, hey, lay the sorrow down (glory, glory)
Hey, hey, walk her through the town (glory, glory)

The barber stops in the middle of a cut
The baker leaves her flour on the floor
A boy with a trombone steps off his porch
Nobody here has met him before
He doesn't know the tune, he finds it on the way
Half the block is dancing in the road
A stranger takes the umbrella from my hand
And holds it over the whole heavy load

Don't you cry yet, don't you cry
Hold it in your pocket for the by and by
We've got a long walk, we've got a short song
We've got a long walk, we've got a short song
And she's already half a mile ahead

Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
Bring the glory round
Bring the glory round, round, round

Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
Let the sorrow walk behind
Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
She would want it loud and she would want it kind

Hey, hey, lay the sorrow down (glory, glory)
Hey, hey, walk her through the town (glory, glory)

Kwaheri ya kuonana, Mama
Kwaheri ya kuonana
Till we meet again, Mama
Every shoe that came to stand
Is a note in the song she is still singing
In a key we cannot yet understand

Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
Now the sorrow walks beside
Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
Bring the glory round, bring the glory round
She would want it loud and she would want it wide

Hey, hey, lay the sorrow down (glory, glory)
Hey, hey, walk her through the town (glory, glory)
Bring the glory round (glory, glory)

Kwaheri ya kuonana
Mama's in the front, she is leading the way (glory, glory)
Bring the glory round
Bring the glory round, round, round