My Funeral Song
If I died would you come to my funeral
In the suit that your dad left behind
Would you sit at the back acting casual
Would you stand as my coffin went by
If I died would you come to my funeral
Would you bring a white rose for my grave
Would you wait for the crowd to leave without you
Before you fell to your knees where I lay
Fiddledeedee oh fiddledeedum
I wonder if we hadn't met quite so young
Would you be up front
In the family row
Well fiddledeedee we'll never know
If I died would you come to my funeral
Would you raise up a glass at my wake
Would you wish your last words had been truthful
Forever sigh at the sound of my name
Fiddledeedee oh fiddledeedum
I wonder if we hadn't met quite so young
Would you be up front
In the family row
Well fiddledeedee we'll never know
And if you died would I go to your funeral
Would it hurt like it hurt when you left
Would I print out then burn all your emails
With our song on repeat in my head
Fiddledeedee oh fiddledeedum
I wonder if we hadn't met quite so young
Would you be up front
In the family row
Well fiddledeedee we'll never know
In the suit that your dad left behind
Would you sit at the back acting casual
Would you stand as my coffin went by
If I died would you come to my funeral
Would you bring a white rose for my grave
Would you wait for the crowd to leave without you
Before you fell to your knees where I lay
Fiddledeedee oh fiddledeedum
I wonder if we hadn't met quite so young
Would you be up front
In the family row
Well fiddledeedee we'll never know
If I died would you come to my funeral
Would you raise up a glass at my wake
Would you wish your last words had been truthful
Forever sigh at the sound of my name
Fiddledeedee oh fiddledeedum
I wonder if we hadn't met quite so young
Would you be up front
In the family row
Well fiddledeedee we'll never know
And if you died would I go to your funeral
Would it hurt like it hurt when you left
Would I print out then burn all your emails
With our song on repeat in my head
Fiddledeedee oh fiddledeedum
I wonder if we hadn't met quite so young
Would you be up front
In the family row
Well fiddledeedee we'll never know
Credits
Writer(s): Rose Alexandra Betts
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