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      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      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      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      Well 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      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