As I went a-walking down Cannery Yard
The schoolboys were skipping down the old boulevard
Put my hands in the pockets of my old blue jeans
Said I to myself what a fine day it's been
From some high up window I heard a voice cry
"If he doesn't want me then neither do I"
Then down from the window she fell with the snow
To heaven or hell don't know which way she'll go
When the priest left the pulpit, the sermon was through
Nobody was seated in the benches and pews
In a white-washed pine casket some poor soul did lay
With no one around to bear them away
As I went a-walking down Cannery Yard
Nobody was crossing that old boulevard
No shadows cast o'er me, no moonlight to shine
So glad to be wearing that jacket of mine