Maybe 60 is too young to think about death. I remember thinking “What do I leave behind?” One evening after I had finished a set with this song, a woman told me, “My father died three months ago. The question always bothered me, ‘Where is he now?’ Your song answered it. Thank you”.
Thank you, ma’am. It’s one of the reasons why I do this.
When my time is o’er and my days are done When life’s sweet sorrow will end what it’s begun When you burn my bones scatter ashes on the ground You will have my memory to know I was around My God’s a flight of starlings my hope’s a winter moon My love is the lips of my sweetheart my lord a serving spoon Won’t knead my bread no more the old guitar won’t make a sound But you’ll have my memory to know I was around Chorus: And I won’t need a saviour to have my sins forgiven I won’t need a bible to get me into heaven All I’ve needed was your finger’s touch Your voice, the sweetest sound And you’ll have my memory to know I was around Sometimes through the joy and sometimes through the pain You’ll miss my body warm and want me back again You may feel so lost like you never will be found But you’ll have my memory to know I was around Chorus: So don’t go to the churchyard and weep over the stones Just keep me in your heart and you’ll never be alone All you needed was my lover’s touch My voice the sweetest sound And you’ll have my memory to know I was around And I won’t need a saviour to make my living whole And I won’t need a church pew to satisfy my soul All I’ve needed was your lover’s song Your voice, the sweetest sound And you’ll have my memory to know I was around ©2016 words and music by Edward Moll (SOCAN) Listen to a snippet of the song and buy online today!