As I Walk the Chapel by

Dirt, that on the open road
Could smell as sweet as apple pie
Or call to mind how the angels sing
As I walk the chapel by

You wouldn't think the choirs would call
Upon as homely a lad as I
But yet they sing most beautifully
As I walk the chapel by

The simple cleric-robed priest does wave
His holy censor over I
And blesses the men who carry me to my grave
As I walk the chapel by


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey