GI\'m still Cyoung, but I Gknow my days are Dnumbered
Emi1234567 and Cso onD
But the time will come
When these numbers have all ended
And all I ever seen will be forgotten
CWon\'t you Gcome Cto my Gfuneral
When my Ddays are Emidone
CLife\'s not Glong
CSo I hope when
GI\'m finally Ddead and Emigone
CThat you gather D\'round
And CI am in lowered Dinto the Gground
When my coffin is sealed and I\'m
Safely six 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
Won\'t you come to my funeral
When my days are done
Life\'s not long
So I hope That I am finally dead and gone
That you gather \'round and I
am lowered into the ground
CIf I should Gdie before I Amiwake Dup
CI pray that
the GLord my soul he
AmiTakeD but my CboDdy, my CboGdy
That\'s Amiyour jobD
Well I can\'t be sure where I\'m
Heading after death
To heaven, hell or yon 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
Won\'t you come to my funeral
When my days are done
Life\'s not long,
so I hope when I\'m finally
dead and gone
That you gather \'round when
I am lowered into the groundCDG
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