Sometimes they tell you that nothing is the worst That this hunger that you're feeling Should be passed off as thirst Then they turn and tell you not to leave the hearse That these lilies of the air are just your family curse This girl, that girl She counts the hours This girl, black girl She wears flowers ♪ Well, the ship came through the harbour And the sails wore the sun The captain nodded slowly and assembled everyone And the matron clears her throat to sing And the doctor takes a drink Down below the convicts fall Because skeletons don't think This girl, that girl She counts the hours This girl, black girl She wears flowers This girl, that girl She counts the hours This girl, black girl She weras flowers