Ethel can you hold We're almost through another year Then we will ring around And sit with you for seven days Just a little more The taste will be bitter 'til we reach our mark We will reach for gold We always do what we've been told When you call me to your end I will put my things beside your bed And where the others will not bend I would be the one to stand instead Ethel don't get down We're almost through another year We will all be fine We come together when we're called The men to bear your weight Are lining up from tall to short And the tree left in your name With a pot of soil from each of us