Ethel

Ethel can you hold
We're almost through another year
Then we will ring around
And sit with you for seven days

Just a little more
The taste will be bitter 'til we reach our mark
We will reach for gold
We always do what we've been told

When you call me to your end
I will put my things beside your bed
And where the others will not bend
I would be the one to stand instead

Ethel don't get down
We're almost through another year
We will all be fine
We come together when we're called

The men to bear your weight
Are lining up from tall to short
And the tree left in your name
With a pot of soil from each of us