At My Funeral

I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered
 1234567 and so on
 But a time will come when these numbers have all ended
 And all I've ever seen will be forgotten
 Won't you come
 To my funeral when my days are done
 Life's not long
 And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
 That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground
 When my coffin is sealed and I'm safely 6 feet under
 Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me
 Oh when they pause to consider all my blunders
 I hope they won't be too quick to begrudge me
 Won't you come
 To my funeral when my days are done
 Life's not long
 And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
 That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground
 If I should die before I wake up
 I pray that the Lord my soul will take but
 My body, my body - that's your job
 Well I can't be sure where I'm headed after death
 To heaven, hell, or beyond to that Great Vast
 But if I can I would like to meet my Maker
 There's one or two things I'd sure like to ask
 Won't you come
 To my funeral when my days are done
 Life's not long
 And so I hope when I am finally dead and gone
 That you'll gather round when I am lowered into the ground