Besedila: Uncle Earl. My Epitaph.

When I go from this life, let me go in peace
Don?t want your marble at my head and feet
Don?t gather round me oh just to weep and moan
Where that I?m going I won?t be alone

The flowers you give, please give them today
Don?t waste their beauty on cold lifeless clay
One rose with love could do so much good
And I think all would give it if they just understood

Now God gives life freely, then he takes away
What we do for eachother let us do it today

For we have no promise that tomorrow will come
Don?t sing my praises lord after I?m gone

When life has departed it?s not me any more
Just a form that has suffered, A still heart that was sore
For the soul that has blossomed, it don?t need you anymore
So let it freely to God?s evermore