if I die young, bury me in satin,
lay me down on a bed of roses,
sink me in the river at dawn,
send me away with the words of a love song…

a penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell ‘em for a dollar,
they’re worth so much more after I’m a goner,
and maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singing,
funny, when you’re dead how people start listening…

the ballad of a dove,
go with peace and love,
gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket,
save them for a time when you’re really gonna need them.