adventures in dysthymia

Monday, July 17, 2017

When I'm Gone Away, a lyric

When I’m Gone Away

I do not try to impress at all,
it just comes naturally;
and when I’m walking down the street
crowds gaze in awe at me!
As I grow older I also grow
more glorious, you see;
and by the time I kick the bucket
near-godlike I shall be!

Oh, when I’m gone they’ll build me shrines!
They’ll say the sun no longer shines!
Each woman pines, each puppy whines,
when I’m gone away,
oh, when I’m gone away!

I’m sure you’ve heard — it’s widely said —
the best in life is free,
but in the end, I do suspect,
you’d gladly pay my fee!
We all shuffle off this coil,
even I must flee,
oh, I’ll hate to leave you folks
without my company!

Oh, when I’m gone they’ll remember my name!
They’ll say that things are not the same!
Yes, it’s a shame, they all will claim,
when I’m gone away,
oh, when I’m gone away!

I’ve never been one to toot my horn
at least not normally,
nor be the center of attention —
surely you’ll agree.
In this life we should be humble,
keep it all low key,
so it is I’m widely known
for my modesty!

Oh, when I’m gone they’ll build me shrines!
They’ll say the sun no longer shines!
Each woman pines, each puppy whines,
when I’m gone away,
oh, when I’m gone away!

Stephen Brooke ©2017

Maybe a song lyric, maybe a bit of light verse. Probably best sung to the strumming of a banjo-uke.

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