To all those dead and gone,
How does it feel,
From one with one foot in the grave,
And the other on a banana peel.
How was the ride, what did it cost?
Was there a ferry ‘cross the Styx?
Were angels there to wave you in,
Or were you there amongst the lost?
Could you see heaven's gate?
Did they make you wait?
How many went with you,
Of those who drank the devil's brew?
Each happy day that I'm alive
I wonder how it feels to die,
And wonder how the dead abide,
And wonder if they sing or cry.
I know my Bible says it's thus and so,
And to trust its godly words on reap and sow.
It says that we must love the Father dear
And love just like ourselves, our brother near.
But still I fear!
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