I woke this morning very sad to find again that you had gone
Though deep inside you know I'm glad to wait for your return anon
I'll wait and wait 'til we expire, that tardy breath to leave the heart
And when we reach that funeral pyre I'll hold your hand and n'er depart
What I have said above is true and only hope you understand
And feel for me as I do you, when in that pyre you'll hold my hand.