Sister Mary and the Devil

I was going down the road

And the two o'clock sun
It beating down the roses
on Brother William wreath
Till them curl up like
Them want to sleep,
and is only me and God
alone, going down the road

The dust was powering

mi clean white shoes
when I look down
and see me shadow double

I know him was the devil,

him never have to tell me
because mi blood start to run
and stop
and heavy down mi step,
and the ground leave
mi foot
and mi heart like
it want stop
and I wash wid cold sweat

The devil himself

a tall man in full black
with a hat that cover him
face like a umbrella

Then him take Brother William's

wreath from me
and him hold me round mi waist
and fire catch in a mi body
and i shame and hide mi face
and then him talk
for the first time,
and it was there
Sister Mary died,
when the devil
in him satan voice
hold on to the wreath
and said,
'Today is mine sister Mary
let the dead
bury the dead