You’ll Have My Memory

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)