When these arms of mine grow tired of holding you And my mind forgets the joy between us two When the angels come And when they drop the black veil over me I'll be more than happy to set you free
When these lips of mine grow cold from kissing you And I lose the thrill of loving like we do When these eyes of mine go blind And your face I cannot see I'll be more than happy to set you free
When my ears are deft and I can hear no more All the sweet things you have whispered back before And when I am dead and they close the lid on me And when they bury me I'll be more than happy to set you free I'll be more than happy to set you free
