when death shall close these eye lids and this heart shall cease to beat and they lay me down to rest in some flowery bound retreat will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me when i m gone perhaps you ll plant a flower on my poor unworthy grave come and sit along beside me when the roses nod and wave will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me when i m gone one sweet thought my soul shall cherish when this fleeting life has flown this sweet thought will cheer when dying will you miss me when i m gone when these lips shall never more press a kiss upon thy brow but lie cold and still in death will you love me then as now will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me when i m gone 