seven years tonight i lost my only friend
this feeble candlelight it takes me back to then
your servant look her leave she said sir it's christmas eve
but you didn't die alone t'was i sitting in your home
and it was just like us to sit there and say nothing
i didn’t take your hand we didn’t touch
jacob man i always liked the way you handled business
for this exchange i came to watch
seven years tomorrow since i fired your old lawyer
he expressed his sorrow he was crying to my horror
but i handled your estate with efficiency and thrift
i took pride in it jacob you’d consider it a gift
seven years since yesterday the last time that we spoke
you called me your brother i made a morbid joke
i could smell your fear and you could smell the angel's stalk
glad i wasn’t you that night i whistled as i walked
jacob marley why are you so heavy on my mind
the aching heart has rarely been a malady of mine
i see you in the tyrant and the cripple back from war
i see you in the lion on the knocker on my door