My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn´t build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn´t make tables, dressers or chairs
He can´t carve a whistle because he just doesn´t care

My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens, they´ve all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him because he´s so eager to please

My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
But it´s not just for work and it isn´t for play
He´s made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he´ll make one for you
For you, for you, for you

My boy builds coffins for better or worse
Some say it´s a blessing, some say it´s a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same

My boy builds coffins and I think it´s a shame
That when each one´s been made, he can´t see it again
He crafts everyone with love and with care
Then it´s thrown in the ground, it just isn´t fair

My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
But it´s not just for work and it isn´t for play
He´s made one for himself
One for me too
And one of these days he´ll make one for you
For you, for you, for you