If it should be that I grow frail and weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep
then you must do what must be done
for this last battle cant be won
you will be sad - I understand -
but dont let your grief then stay your hand,
for this day, more than all the rest
your love and friendship stand the test
we've had so many happy years
what is to come can hold no fears
you'd not want me to suffer so
when the time comes, please let me go
take me where my needs they'll tend
only stay with me until the end
and hold me firm and speak to me
until my eyes can no longer see
I know in time you will see
It is a kindness you do for me
although my tail its last has waved
from pain and suffering I have been saved
don't grieve it should be you
who has to decide this thing to do
we've been so close - we two these years
don't let your heart hold any tears
