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I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on
But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended
And all I've ever seen will be forgotten
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
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
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
Well 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
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
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