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It frightens me when you come to mind |
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The day you dropped in the shopping line |
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And my heart beats faster when I think of all the signs |
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When they carried you out your mouth was open wide |
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The cat went astray and the dog did pine for days and days |
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And we felt so guilty when we played you up |
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When you were ill, so ill |
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What sticks in my mind is the sweet jar |
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On the sideboard. And your multicolored tea cosy |
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What sticks in my mind is the dew-drop hanging off your nose |
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Shrivelled up and blue |
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And I'm getting older, too |
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But I don't want to die like you |
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Don't want to die like you |
