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At My Funeral

I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered

1234567 and so on

But the time will come

When these numbers have all ended

And all I ever seen will be forgotten

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

And I am in lowered into the ground

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

If I should die before I wake up

I pray that

the Lord my soul he

Take but my body, my body

That's your job

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 ground