Bugger, you changed the job, Horsehoes
Horsehoes OH, the graveyard retiree, his muscles rippling loud
Moving tombstones so as to make people proud
They will move and "write" on any stone for all to see
Proud of their work, happy is he
Their work, so as to tell some ABer’s story in tart lines
Of all of the loved ones that he or she had left behind
To tell of happiness or of pain
One thing's for sure, we all end up the same
The chink of Horseshoes and the mason's chisel, their words unfold
So many moved stones and stories these men have told
Thunder and lightning, the marble splinters in the air
Hail, hard at their work, Horseshoes OH carries on with great care
The epitaph starts emerging,
They move the stone. scratch and chisel, the letters converging
Horseshoes OH pauses and thinks for a while
Who will be there to move and carve their stones in their loving style?