If it should
be that I grow frail and weak
And the pain should keep my eyes from sleep,
Then will you do what must be done, for this - the last battle - can't be won
You will be sad I understand, but don't let grief then stay your hand,
for on this day, more than the rest, your love and friendship must stand the
test.
We have had so many happy years, you wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend, only, stay with me 'till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree it is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail it's last has waved, from pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you who has to decide this ting to do
We've been so close - we two - these years, don't let your heart hold any tears.