Potter's Field - Jack Hardy
Thirty days has September
Thirty days in the sun
April June and November
All those days on the run
But you've got to stop somewhere
'Fore you're betrayed by the wheel
Take my love by the hand
For a walk down to potter's field
Thirty pieces of silver
From a long ago scheme
That's the price you kill for
Fulfilling Jeremy's dream
But it's all blood money
Familiar friend at your meal
But the flowers still bloom
Every spring down at potter's field
Thirty years in youth's doorway
For philosopher kings
Thirty more that you work for
Tombs retirement brings
but you can't take it with you
Every day that life steals
Time in the end
Puts us all down in potter's field
© 1978 John S. Hardy Music, ASCAP