Funeral or Memorial
Take heed of my words, 'cause it will happen to you
Don't cry for me
Don't cry for me I am not far
I am here and I walk in your shadow
When you need me I'll hold your hand and walk beside you
If you feel a light breeze on your cheek
it may well be me
Kissing you gently so don't brush it away
I loved you in life as you loved me
I'll love you in death
Don't cry for me
Smile as you remember me
Laugh out loud as you recall the silly things we shared
Laugh out loud remembering the fun
For I am not far
Don't cry for me
When you need me
call my name
I hear you everywhere
I feel you too
I lived a live of love, of joy, I was just me
When I walked among the living
I experienced much and relished in the giving
I took the time to smell the flowers
I appreciated all that surrounded me
So you see, I can say with all honesty
That today is not a sad day
Oh no, not for me
(c) Deborah Chaplin 2010
Cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin,
let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message
He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever:
I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one
,Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
So have this note set in my hand, there for the undertaker,
Don't dress me in a shroud of white or rouge my cheeks all red,
It is not right, to look a fright, e'en though you're stone cold dead.
Give me a brand new five dollar note and a Visa credit card,
I want to buy a proper plot in old St Peter's yard,
And as I sit upon my cloud and look down at the earth,
I'll watch you use my worldly goods for festival and mirth,
And that will make me smile a smile,
and have a laugh quite hearty,
To hear you say, the bugger's dead,
Let's have ourselves a party.
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – but not for long.
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that once we shared.
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we must all take,
And each must go alone.
It?s all part of the master plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
Laugh at all the things we used to do.
Miss me, but let me go.