on my dying day
When I shuffle off this mortal coil
On my dying day
Will you see my bones into the soil
And my spirit on its way
When you sing for me will you sing it loud
On my dying day
Will you make a chorus of that crowd
When there’s nothing left to say
CHORUS
On my dying day, in my eulogy
Will your memory be true to me
On my dying day
When they scatter me into the wind
On my dying day
Will you keep those thoughts of me within
When my body’s gone away
When they lay those roses on my grave
On my dying day
Will you tell them all my soul was saved
And never went astray
When the people have all gone again
On my dying day
Will you sit beside me watching when
That blue sky turns to grey
The night is fast upon me now
On my dying day
Will you paint those stars upon my brow
To guide me from this place