When I'm gone
don't shut me in some lightless box
with a pillow for my head
I won't be sleeping long

And leave the flowers be!
They're far more beautiful
when they're not torn up
and strewn all over me

Don't lock me in the waiting room -
it's full of people I don't know
and then we'll both be lonely
when you can't come back soon

When I'm gone
burn your grief away with me
so all that's left is joyous love
and the fire to carry on

Then free as air my soul will roam
delighting in the stars,
each blade of grass, each cloudy day
all earth and heaven my home

But should you ever pause in fondest memory
and whisper: "would that you were here"
well then of course I'll head straight over
so we can sit and we can be