One day I’ll be really gone
I’ll never write another song
I won’t be wishing then for much
No kind word, or tender touch
The birds won’t wake me in the morning
I won’t be startled without warning
No more joy & no more sorrow,
Nor waiting for better tomorrow
I won’t be feeling much at all
Or waiting for the leaves to fall
Struggling with another song
Wondering just what is wrong
Working hard to make things right
Work hard all day and sleep at night
I won’t be bothered by the cat
Or wonder where I’ve put my hat
Then I won’t be kissing you
Or smiling at the things you do
Taking pleasure in my life
Feeling good you are my wife
I’ll just be really gone
And the world will go right on
I won’t look back and recall
I won’t be looking back at all
One day, and I hope not soon
I won’t be struggling for a tune
Searching round for words to rhyme
Round for symbol & for sign
I won’t answer to the call
Surrender to a dying fall
No imaginative leap
As I sink into that last sleep
Where nothing will disturb
Anger, worry or perturb
And the world will go on round
Not for her a sleep so sound
