When John was lying in bed so sick,
He said something to me,
The flowers in the garden,
Have to die to give others room you see.

He said all this before his death,
Cause that’s just how he was,
A really great courageous man,
Who never craved for wealth.

My time will come as come it will,
I hope I’ll not be very ill,
Like John and all the pain he took,
Of his life I could write a book.

I’ll never be as brave,
As my man who’s gone before,
Just give me strength oh Lord,
As we go through heaven’s door.