It wasn’t long ago
I wrote my funeral song
Then I realised sadly
That such a thing was wrong

When I think again of life
I just want to cry
My life must go forever
I have not the time to die

There are so many things in life
I still have to do
All written down by my wife
On a list I’m working through

Things like the garden bed
She wants over there
Or mending a squeaky gate
Repairing an old chair

It’s a list of pages plenty
No comfort for a man like I
For sadly living with this woman
I have not the time to die