Sandy -

On a cool colonial veranda

He used to sit there with his pipe

I was eight years old when he was eighty

He was the hero in my life

And the captain from the Salvation Army would say;

«Sandy

Thank you for listening to my sermon today

There’s a soul I can save

With the money that you gave

You’re a very good soul, you are

Sandy.»

Sandy, Sandy

Gray and grizzly

Told me I should never tell a lie

Answered all my «Why?"s

Sometimes dried my eyes

And told me 'bout his Foreman in the Sky

In a boarding house behind the station

The found him ailing by himself

He was fighting the Devil’s black water

And said that he didn’t need no help

And the captain from the Salvation Army said;

«Sandy

You know that there will always be a bed

In our Haven for you

There’s tobacco to chew

You’re a very sick man, you are

Sandy.»

Sandy, Sandy

Gray and grizzly

Told me I should never tell a lie

Answered all my «Why?"s

Sometimes dried my eyes

And told me 'bout his Foreman in the Sky

There were only four at the gravesite

The wake, and to carry him along

There was me, and the council undertaker

My father, and the captain and his song

And the captain from the Salvation Army cried;

«Sandy

I was so glad that I could be there when you died

The new world could do

With a few more like you

You’re a very good soul, you are

Sandy.»

Sandy, Sandy

Gray and grizzly

Told me I should never tell a lie

Answered all my «Why?"s

Sometimes dried my eyes

And told me 'bout his Foreman in the Sky

Told me 'bout his Foreman in the Sky

Now he’s gone to see his Foreman in the Sky