What would you do if I were to leave
If something were to happen, a horror to conceive
My darling I don’t mean to be
So melancholy
But what would you do if I were to leave

What will you say when I have gone away
Was I still a stranger on my dying day
Had I let you in or kept you locked out in the cold
My dearest I pray I loved you well
As we both grew old.

What will be done as I’m laid in the ground to rest
I hope I’ll not be dressed in my very best
Some old worn and tattered clothes will do
For it seems such a waste
To leave fine things to death and decay

When you’ve finally passed my dear
Will your soul come rest with mine
As the world continues turning, paying us no more mind
Our tombstones declare me loving, yours will claim you were kind
But both words suit yours better than just one does on mine.