He brought the shears br To trim the weeds growing on the grave br I brought the tears br They flooded out with nothing left to save br br New flowers placed on top br Inscriptions cleaned up, now easily read br All the weeds finally cropped br Now we pay our respects to the dead br br An aging aunt; we barely knew br Always in the background as we grew br Mother dragged us by bus every Sunday to br Mother being the only one feeling blue br br But now we go on Sunday’s too br To leave fresh flowers for our love ones there br Because mother’s in the grave with aunty sue br We go, not because we care br br Aunty Sue left mother a huge fortune br Mother died left the money to both of us br The sound of jingling coins playing our tune br We go home in a roller to hell with the bus br br Next Sunday I’ll bring the shears br To trim the weeds growing on the grave br He’ll will bring the tears br Because he is one of the tear shedding brave br br We barely knew mother’s sister Sue br But we think she was just a honey br Missing her is something we just won’t do br But we will enjoy spending her moneybr br Michael Micmac Mccrorybr br