If I get to heaven before you my dear,
Please don´t fret or worry & never fear,
For your arrival, I´ll prepare your room,
Shiny & clean, I´ll sweep with gold broom.
Your bed I´ll make, with silken cloud sheets,
Ready for the time, when again we´ll meet,
I shall lay your place at the heavenly table,
With the finest service, of which I am able.
By warm cosy hearth, your slippers I´ll lay,
Where we´ll sit snuggly & talk of our day,
With your favourite flowers, music & wine,
We´ll dance again, as I tell you, you´re mine.
I´ll prepare you a sky-home, no one can rival,
And wait patiently, for your imminent arrival,
Then my love, we will play house, all over again,
Because even in death, our love can never wane.