Now it is dawn and a new day is born
But with a trail of despair
The new day was shining but many had gone
Farmer Ferdinand Hudson had lost
much more than he'd won
He sat by a table and cried in his rum
The cobwebs hung heavy and dreary beside
All that looked at him could barely decide
He passed for one day
so to sleep in that night
And early that morning he died
But with a trail of despair
The new day was shining but many had gone
Farmer Ferdinand Hudson had lost
much more than he'd won
He sat by a table and cried in his rum
The cobwebs hung heavy and dreary beside
All that looked at him could barely decide
He passed for one day
so to sleep in that night
And early that morning he died