dont wish your choices had been more brave
when you stand alone beside my grave
dont reach for that special touch of my hand
when its well entombed on hallowed land
dont long for the sound of my silly mirth
when im laying beneath the fresh-laid turf
dont smile your best smile, eyes all aglow
when my eyes are tight shut, I will not know
dont whisper"I love you" "you were the one"
when my hearing days are over and done
dont waste your tears or heave a sigh
when I've waved your mortal world goodbye