Posted on May 22, 2012 at 2:23 am

Funeral: There Is A Fountain / It Don’t Make Sense

MOURNERS
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

MOURNERS
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away

CRAIG
The simple white pine coffin was carried by two of Mary’s cousins and two of her young friends.  Several more friends volunteered to serve as pallbearers, but they were deemed too small to shoulder the burden, light as it was, as Mary Phagan, two months shy of fourteen, was laid to her final rest.

FRANKIE
(to himself)
God forgive me what I think.
God forgive me what I wish right now.

CRAIG
You must’ve known Mary pretty well.

FRANKIE
Yessir, I did.

CRAIG
This must be a mighty hard day for you.

FRANKIE
Did you ever hear her laugh?
When she laughed, you swore you’d never cry again.
Did you ever see her smile?
Her smile was like a glass of lemonade.
And she said funny things,
And she wore pretty dresses,
And she liked to see the pictures at the VFW Hall,
And she loved ridin’ swings,
And she liked cotton candy,
But I think she liked the pictures best of all…

No, it don’t make sense to me
That she won’t be around.
No, it don’t make sense to me
To put her in the cold and lonely ground.
And no, it don’t make sense
The way the world can let you fall
I swear it don’t make sense to me at all.

MOURNERS
Dear dying lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose it’s pow’r…

CHILDREN
She had two crooked teeth…
…She had cuts on her fingers.
She worked next to me last summer…
Once a week, we used to play…
…And she knew how to read…
…She would smile at the foreman…

ALL CHILDREN
…And I can’t believe they took my friend away.

MOURNERS & CHILDREN
No, it don’t make sense to me
That she will not be there.
No, it don’t make sense to me.

FRANKIE
When she laughed, you swore you’d  never cry again.

MRS. PHAGAN 
She loved when I tied ribbons in her hair.

ALL
And no, it don’t make sense,
The way the sun can still burn down.
No, it don’t make sense to me…

FRANKIE
God forgive me what I think.

CRAIG
Tell me, son, got any idea who it was?

FRANKIE
God forgive me what I wish right now.
I don’t know the coward’s name.
I don’t know the bastard’s face.
But I swear right now to God:
He ain’t never gonna git away with what he done to Mary!
Let him quiver in his boots!
Let him run until he bleeds!
I won’t rest until I know
He’s burning in the ragin’ fires of Hell forevermore!

MOURNERS
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins…

FRANKIE
God forgive me what I think.

MOURNERS
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

FRANKIE
God forgive me what I wish right now…