Aw, Lucy came to fill whatever hole was in my soul
Turned on a velvet station and out came rock 'n' roll
Then a river came down, oh, straight out of a cloud
Told me to sing about my soul


And I like where I am living
There are many pretty people
And we get to sit around
All the chairs inside the steeple
And contemplate the air
And the prayers they throw up there
And watch some come back down
While others make it out

And when you get to feeling so bad
Sing a glad song
And when you get to feeling so sad
Sing a glad song
And perhaps we'll meet again, my friend
Above the weather
Oh, you and me
Us together


Oh, Jacob came to ease
Whatever pain was in my knees
Said, "There's poetry in your soul
Wrap it up and let it go"
And our shoes were always broken
There never was enough token
Each coffin is a top, man
Each circle is a bottom


And when you get to feeling so bad
Honey, just like dirt
Take a glad, glad, glad, glad song
And put it right where it hurts
And perhaps we'll meet again, my friend
Above the weather
Oh, and these coughs
Oh, in our chest
Will have gotten better

And perhaps we'll meet again, my friend
Above the weather
Oh, you and me
Us together