On the day that I die, I'd like jokes to be told
And stories of old to be rolled out like carpets
At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey to a much better place
While listening to songs that were sung
That children have played on and laid on
And a much better place would have to be special
And songs that were sung to be hung out like blankets
So a much better place would have to be special
It's the start of a journey to a much better place
On the day that I die, I'd like bells to be rung
No need to be sad
And this wasn't bad
That lovers have played on and laid on
And a much better place would have to be special
At the end of the end
While listening to stories of old
No reason to cry
No reason to cry, no need to be sad
