The Master's Bouquet

"Death is an Angel, sent down from above
 Sent for the souls of the ones that we love
 Surely it's so, for in heaven's own way
 Each soul is a flower in the Master's Bouquet"
 ♪
 They've always said,
 You can't destroy the Master's house with the Master's hammer
 I laugh and say,
 "I will use any tool I find to tear down his manor"
 The sheep gather flowers for the Master's Bouquet
 They say that these flowers will never decay
 ♪
 They've always said,
 "Don't bite the hand that gives you food, the hand of the host."
 I laugh and say,
 "I've never known a deed so good, performed by a ghost."
 Gathering flowers for the Master's Bouquet
 Beautiful flowers that will never decay
 Gathered by angels and carried away
 Forever to bloom in the Master's Bouquet
 But they die
 
 They wither and die