Letras
THE PLACE I AM BOUND
W/M: Bob Bennett
As my father before me and so now I
Give pause to reflect on the day I will die
As they lay me down in the cold of the ground
Remember I am closer to the place I am bound
A few final words will be spoken, I trust
Be as kind as you can and lie if you must
And remember me when I was at my best
Instead of used up, lying with these flowers on my chest
Sometimes death is like a thief in the night
It steals every treasure that is hidden in plain sight
But I do not flatter my own memory
For I will miss you every bit as much as you'll be missing me
I wish I could be there to lighten the mood
With friends and family and mountains of food
And stories and memories and tales all around
But it's late and I must travel to the place I am bound
And I hope that the Spirit of the Lord will not mind
If you toast me with spirits of the Irish kind
And raise your glass as the blessing is said:
"May you be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead!"