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