Do not stand there and sing sad songs for me,
Let me lay in peace under the willow tree,
The gods saw me getting tired,
A cure wasn't meant to be,
So they put their arms out,
And whispered "come to me"
I'll be the grass under your feet,
And trees and puddles wet,
Please remember, but in time you will forget,
And forever rest will serve me the best
Peace will be true not a word among the rest.
But if you wish to let go of worries you hold
Here's some advice you should put to mould
If you fill your head with laughter,
Make yourself gay with pride
You'll let yourself forget that everyone shall die.