At My Funeral

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Текст, перевод и аккорды “At My Funeral”
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered 1234567 and so on But the time will come When these numbers have all ended And all I ever seen will be forgotten Won't you come to my funeral When my days are gone Life's not young So I hope when I'm finally dead and gone That you gather 'round And I am in 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 Oh when they pause to consider All my blunders I hope th ey won't be too quick to begrudge me Won't you come to my funeral When my days are done Life's not long So I hope That I am finally dead and gone That you gather 'round and I am lowered into the ground If I should die before I wake up I pray that the Lord my soul he Take but my body, my body That's your job Well I can't be sure where I'm Heading when I'm dead To heaven, hell or yon to that great vast But if I can I would like To meet my maker, there's one or two things I'd like to ask Wo n't you come to my funeral When my days are done Life's not long, so I Hope when I'm finally dead and gone That you gather 'round when I am lowered into the ground Sam White c2mxwhi@fre.fsu.umd.edu Now if it is deemed necessary that I should forfeit my life for the furtherance of the ends of justice, and mingle my blood with the blood of my children, and with the blood of millions in this slave country whose rights disregarded by cruel, wicked, and unjust enactme nts, then I say; let it be done. John Brown. 1859.

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