I’m talking to the reverend
While I’m lying in this bed, and
I’m asking with all my heart:
“Don’t let her know I’m dying”
The reverend is saying:
“maybe she would like to know”
But ain’t gonna change my mind, sir:
Don’t let her know I’m dying
So please don’t, mister, let her know I’m dying
I beg you to attend to the last will of a dying friend
‘Cause I don’t want to hear her, don’t want to hear her crying
So she won’t know
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Until tomorrow
I’m writing you this letter
I hope you’ll get it well
Please try to understand me, please….
I ‘m so sorry for all this
I was afraid to tell
The doctor wanted to call but I said:
“Don’t let her know I’m dying”
So please don’t, mister, let her know I’m dying
I beg you to attend to the last will of a dying friend
‘Cause I don’t want to hear her, don’t want to hear her crying
So she won’t know
That I’ll be gone
Until tomorrow
Tomorrow…
But tomorrow will be too late…