A bright (E)sun rise

will con tra dict

the heav y fog

that weighs you down.

In spite of all

the fu n’ral songs,

the birds will make

their joy ful (E)sounds.

You’ll won der why the earth still (E)moves, you’ll won der how you’ll car ry on.

But you’ll be o kay

on that first day

when I’m gone.

Dusk (E)will come

with fi re flies,

and whip poor (A)will

and crick (E)ets call.

And ev ’ry star

will take its place

in sil v’ry gown

and pur (G#m)ple shawl.

You’ll lie down in our big bed, dread the dark and dread

the dawn.

But you’ll be al right

on that first night

when I’m gone.

(E)You will reach

for me in vain,

you’ll be whis

per ing my name,

as if sor

row were your friend

and this world

so a li (B7)en.

But life will (E)call

with daf fo (Esus2)dils

and morn ing (A)glo

ri ous blue skies.

You’ll think of me;

some mem o ry,

and soft ly smile

to your

sur prise.

And e ven though you love me still, you will know where you

be long.

Just give it time;

we’ll both be (Asus2)fine

(CN.C.)when I’m (E)gone.