Les enfants continuent danser
Le chemin est longues mais leurs
Jambes sont fort
Les enfants continuent danser
Old Black Bush gonna carry me down
Throw me into the burying ground
The ground be wet, my eyes be dry
Just don't let me hear my baby cry
Don't slap no rock upon my grave
Don't leave no flowers, I can't stay
My woman has a steady hand
She'll float my ashes to the promise land
Skin of gray, iris blue
Will you miss me like I miss you
Here it's cold, there it's warm
A purple rose, a silver thorn
In New Orleans you lie above the ground
No wonder the quarter be so quiet
Don't you be caught wanderin down
By the banks of the river, don't try it
Don't jump in the river and drown
Don't jump in the river and drown
Old Black Bush gonna carry me down
Throw me into the burying ground
The ground be wet, my eyes be dry
Just don't let me hear my baby cry
Just don't let me hear my baby cry
Skin of gray, iris blue
Will you miss me like I miss you
Here it's cold, there it's warm
A purple rose, a silver thorn
Old Black Bush gonna carry me down
Throw me into the burying ground
The ground be wet, my eyes be dry
Just don't let me hear my baby cry