Don’t Play a Dirge When I Die

Preacher, don’t play a dirge
When I die, When I die
Preacher, don’t play a dirge when I die
You can sing “O, Happy Day”
And I wanna hear some trumpets play, but
Preacher, don’t play a dirge when I die

Brother, don’t feel regrets
When I die, when I die
Brother, don’t feel regrets when I die
The past is gone and passed away
And tomorrow is another day, so
Brother, don’t feel regrets when I die

Sister, don’t shed a tear
When I die, when I die
Sister, don’t shed a tear when I die
You know I’ve gone to a better place
So keep your makeup on your face
Sister, don’t shed a tear when I die