^GI'm still ^Cyoung, but I ^Gknow my days are ^Dnumbered ^Em1234567 and ^Cso on^D

But the time will come When these numbers have all ended And all I ever seen will be forgotten

^CWon't you ^Gcome ^Cto my ^Gfuneral When my ^Ddays are ^Emdone ^CLife's not ^Glong ^CSo I hope when ^GI'm finally ^Ddead and ^Emgone ^CThat you gather ^D'round And ^CI am in lowered ^Dinto the ^Gground

When my coffin is sealed and I'm Safely six 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 So I hope That I am finally dead and gone That you gather 'round and I am lowered into the ground

^CIf I should ^Gdie before I ^Amwake ^Dup ^CI pray that the ^GLord my soul he ^AmTake^D but my ^Cbo^Ddy, my ^Cbo^Gdy That's ^Amyour job^D

Well I can't be sure where I'm Heading after death To heaven, hell or yon 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, so I hope when I'm finally dead and gone That you gather 'round when

I am lowered into the ground^C, ^D, ^G

Crash Test Dummies - At My Funeral