When i am put to rest,
please don’t sing that i’m simply the best.
Tell me that i am the best now.
Don’t sing that i will always love you,
tell me that you love me now, don’t wait until i die.
And if anyone sings Flying Without Wings or The Wind Beneath My Wings that will be ok, but remember that today is my day.
The only guarantee in life is death.
And when I take my final breath,
Hold my had dear Lord, hold it tight, whisper to me,
that I will be alright.
I can’t see you crying, or hear you say that you love me,
I don’t want to be cremated, I want to be buried,
I want the rain to fall softly on my grave.
You may play purple rain, I like purple and I like rain,
Goodbye, cruel world,
I’m now free from sorrow and pain.