In this world today while we're living some folks say the worst of us they can. But when we are dead and in our caskets they always slip some lilies in your hand.
Off somewhere the music's playing soft and low.. And another holds the one that I love so.. I was blind I could not see. That you meant the world to me.
In this world today where we're living. Some folks say the worst of us they can. But when we are dead and in our caskets. They always slip some lilies in our hands.