I'm still young, but i know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on
but a time will come when these numbers have all ended
and all i've ever seen will be forgotten
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won't you come
to my funeral when my days are done
life's not long
and so i hope when i am finally dead and gone
that you'll gather round when i am lowered into the ground
When my coffin is sealed and i'm safely 6 feet under
perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me
oh when they pause to consider all my blunders
i hope they won't be too quick to begrudge me
If i should die before i wake up
i pray that the lord my soul will take but
my body, my body - that's your job
I can't be sure where i'm headed after death
to heaven, hell, or beyond to that great vast
but if i can i would like to meet my maker
there's one or two things i'd sure like to ask