The Place I Am Bound

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!"