Les enfants continuent à danser
Le chemin est long, mais leurs jambes sont fortes
Les enfants continuent à 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 promised land

Skin of gray, iris blue
Will you miss me like I miss you?
Here it's cold, there it's warm
A purplе rose, a silver thorn

In New Orlеans you lie above the ground
No wonder the quarter be so quiet
Don't you be caught wandering 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
Les enfants continuent à danser
Le chemin est long, mais leurs jambes sont fortes
Les enfants continuent à 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
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