A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs   Mrs. watson talks with someone who's been dead for years   A sickly smell of urine rising from her tights   Two old ladies on a park bench sitting silent already dead      What a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea   What a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout love   What a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a tree   On an afternoon in the cemetery      Millions of flies spiral around a cross before they land   In a fresh grave someone dug last night   The little chappel looks so sad even the flowers seem to cry   And all those people seem to wait for the moment they will die      What a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea   What a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout   What a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a tree   On an afternoon in the cemetery