We will bury you in all your finery
Casket rolling by in blackened pageantry
We will bury you singing songs of praise
Symphonic elegy recounting all your days

We will bury you beside our kings and queens
the common give you thanks for living out their dreams
We will bury you with flowers piled high
and twenty-one brass guns pointed at the sky

Sleep upon rusted laurels, sleep upon gilded fame
Sleep upon a thousand winters while the stones forget your name

We will bury you in our hallowed ground
Blazing cornets…reverberation sound
We will bury you under gleaming spires
Deliver you to God’s invisible empire

Sleep upon rusted laurels, sleep upon gilded fame
Sleep upon a thousand winters while the stones forget your name