As my father before me and so now I Give pause to reflect on the day I will die As they lay me down in the cold of the ground Remember I am closer To the place I am bound A few final words will be spoken, I trust Be as kind as you can and lie if you must And remember me when I was at my best Instead of used up, lying with flowers on my chest
Sometimes death is like a thief in the night It steals every treasure that is hidden in plain sight But I do not flatter my own memory For I will miss you every bit as much as you'll be missing me I wish I could be there to brighten the mood With friends and family and mountains of food And stories and memories and tales all around But it's late and I must travel To the place I am bound
And I hope that the spirit of the Lord will not mind If you toast me with spirits of the Irish kind And raise your glasses as the blessing is said "May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows your dead!"
