Oft I sing for my friends,
As death's cold form I see
When I reach my journey's end,
Who will sing one song for me?
I wonder who will sing for me?
When I come to cross the silent sea
Who will sing for me?
When friends gather round,
And look down on me
Will they turn and walk away,
Or will they sing one song for me?
So I'll sing until the end,
And cheerful try to be
Assured that some friend,
Will sing one song for me.