Jeffrey Foucault - He was in heaven before he died

There's a rainbow of ^Fbabies Draped ^Gover the grave^Cyard Where ^Fall the dead ^Csailors Wait for their ^Gbrides And the ^Ccold bitter snow Has ^Fstrangled each ^Cgrass-blade Where the ^Fsalt from their ^Ctears Washed ^Gin with the ^Ctide

And I ^Fsmiled on the ^CWabash The ^Glast time I ^Cpassed it I ^Fgave her a ^Cwink From the passenger ^Gside My ^Cfoot fell asleep As I ^Fswallowed my ^Ccandy Knowing ^Fhe was in ^Cheaven Be^Gfore he ^Cdied

Now the harbour's on ^Ffire With the ^Gdreams and de^Csires Of a ^Fthousand young ^Cpoets Who failed 'cause they ^Gtried For a ^Crhyme without reason Floats ^Fdown to the ^Cbottom Where the ^Fscavengers ^Ceat 'em And ^Gwash out with the ^Ctide

And I ^Fsmiled on the ^CWabash The ^Glast time I ^Cpassed it I ^Fgave her a ^Cwink From the passenger ^Gside My ^Cfoot fell asleep As I ^Fswallowed my ^Ccandy Knowing ^Fhe was in ^Cheaven Be^Gfore he ^Cdied

The sun can play ^Ftricks With your ^Geyes on the ^Chighway And the ^Fmoon can lay ^Csideways 'Til the ocean stands ^Gstill But a ^Cperson can't tell His ^Fbest friend he ^Cloves him 'Til the ^Ftime has stopped ^Cbreathing And you're ^Galone on the ^Chill

But I ^Fsmiled on the ^CWabash The ^Glast time I ^Cpassed it I ^Fgave her a ^Cwink From the passenger ^Gside My ^Cfoot fell asleep As I ^Fswallowed my ^Ccandy Knowing ^Fhe was in ^Cheaven Be^Gfore he ^Cdied Oh, ^Fhe was in ^Cheaven Be^Gfore he died Oh, ^Fhe was in ^Cheaven ^{G C}