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
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  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