If I die young, bury me in satin,
Lay me down on a bed of roses,
Sink me in the river at dawn,
Send me away with the words of a love song.
The sharp knife of a short life;
Oh well! I've had just enough time,
And I'll be wearing white when I come into your
kingdom,
As green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the loving of a woman,
But it sure felt nice when she was holding my
hand,
There's a girl here in town, says she'll love me
forever;
Who would have thought forever could be
severed by,
The sharp knife of a short life
Oh well! I've had just enough time.
So put on your best, boys and I'll wear my
pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh! no, I'll sell 'em for
a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I've
been singing
Funny, when you're dead how people start
listen'n.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Please do never die young! Good work! ! !