I´m still young, but I know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on
But a time will come when these numbers have all ended
And all I´ve ever seen will be forgotten

CHORUS
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

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
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