Last Words Lyrics

Lenin's last words were good dog

He uttered them and closed his eyes

The dog had brought to him a bird

To his pleasant surprise

Beethoven said friends applaud

The comedy is over

And Christiaan Barnard died abroad

In Cyprus on his own

And when I die

I want to be

In a tiny house

With a gorgeous vista overlooking the sea

This year my grandfather passed

His last words didn't mean much

He said something about his shoes

The blue and acid green ones

And then he reached down, touched his socks

The hour came, we lost him

And Lex got left sock, I got right

We have them to this day

They're on the wall

Above the desk

They watch us work

They watch us sweat

And when I die

I'll leave my socks

To my grandsons

I'll leave a lot

Last week I saw a poet die

Her last words were a-rhyming

And in the background, down the road

The church bells were a-chiming

She said I write in spite of everything

I write in spite of death

I write to fill the empty hours

The hours I have left

I write to tell you everything

In writing I remember

I write about the folks I know

The callous and the tender

I write, this is the last reason

I write to say I love you

I write to say there is no one

Beside, no one above you