Well the bells ring out and the guests come 'round
And the altar is just where I stand
The people wait
The music plays
And the organist plays with one hand
And the dead come up from the underground
And they rise from the mud and the sand
And I feel so weird
But they cheer and jeer
When I finally take her hand

She's just a little bit pale
Just a little bit cold
And a little bit falling apart
Just a little bit dead
Just a little bit dead
But she's got a really good heart
She's just a little bit pale
Just a little bit cold
And a little bit falling apart
Just a little bit dead
Just a little bit dead
But she's got a really good heart

And we spin and we waltz 'round the empty vaults
With the dearly departed souls
And the dance floor creaks and the shuffling feet
Echo through the halls
And we drink our wine in the candlelight
And the violins play
And the fiddler weeps when she says to me
"What a wonderful day"