if i die young..
by the band perry..
if i die young,
bury me in satin,
lay me down on a bed of roses,
sink me in the river at dawn,
send me away with the words of a love song..
lord make me a rainbow,
i shine down on my mother,
she'll know i'm safe with you when she stands under my colours,
and life ain't always what you think it ought to be,
ain't even grey but she buries her baby..
the sharp knife of a short life,
well i've had just enough time..
and i'll be wearing white when i come into your kingdom,
i'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
i've never known the loving of a man,
but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand..
there's a boy in town, says he'll love me forever,
who would thought forever would be severed by,
the sharp knife of a short life,
well i've had just enough time..
so put on your best, boys,
and i'll wear my pearls,
what i never did is done..
a penny for my thoughts,
oh no, i'll sell them for a dollar,
they're worth so much more after i'm a goner,
and maybe then you'll hear the words i've been singing,
funny, when you're dead how people start listening..
the ballad of a dove,
go with peace and love,
gather up your tears, keep them in your pocket,
save them for a time when you're really gonna need them..
~could it be? they'll only see how much they all mean to me only when i'm gone?~
if i die young,
bury me in satin,
lay me down on a bed of roses,
sink me in the river at dawn,
send me away with the words of a love song..
lord make me a rainbow,
i shine down on my mother,
she'll know i'm safe with you when she stands under my colours,
and life ain't always what you think it ought to be,
ain't even grey but she buries her baby..
the sharp knife of a short life,
well i've had just enough time..
and i'll be wearing white when i come into your kingdom,
i'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
i've never known the loving of a man,
but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand..
there's a boy in town, says he'll love me forever,
who would thought forever would be severed by,
the sharp knife of a short life,
well i've had just enough time..
so put on your best, boys,
and i'll wear my pearls,
what i never did is done..
a penny for my thoughts,
oh no, i'll sell them for a dollar,
they're worth so much more after i'm a goner,
and maybe then you'll hear the words i've been singing,
funny, when you're dead how people start listening..
the ballad of a dove,
go with peace and love,
gather up your tears, keep them in your pocket,
save them for a time when you're really gonna need them..
~could it be? they'll only see how much they all mean to me only when i'm gone?~

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