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
As I am 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
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