If I should die before the rest of you, Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone. Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice, But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, parting is hell. But life goes on, so SING as well! Joyce Grenfell
So will you please say Hello, to the folks that I know, They'll be happy to know, that as you saw me go, I was singing this song: We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, But I know we'll meet again some sunny day.