baby's good, does what she's told
said I'd buy her a house of gold
but as this year starts to unfold
looks like I won't see her grow old

so say your prayers, say your grace
say your blessings to my face
say them now, with some haste
'cause soon I'll fly up to the gates

i need to smile, i need to cry
but most of all, i need to die
so take this as my last goodbye
my boat is leaving for the sky