Will You Miss Me When I'm Gone
"Will You Miss Me When I'm Gone" was written by
Carter, A.p.. 1928 ve.
When death shall close these eye lids
And this heart shall cease to beat
And they lay me down to rest
In some flowery bound retreat
Will you miss me?
(Miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me?
(Miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me?
(Miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
Perhaps you'll plant a flower
On my poor unworthy grave
Come and sit along beside me
When the roses nod and wave
Will you miss me?
(Miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me?
(Miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me?
(Miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
One sweet thought my soul shall cherish
When this fleeting life has flown
This sweet thought will cheer when dying
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
When these lips shall never more
Press a kiss upon thy brow
But lie cold and still in death
Will you love me then as now?
Will you miss me?
(Miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me?
(Miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me?
(Miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
Songwriters
CARTER, A.P.
Stanley Brothers Version
Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me when I'm gone
When these lips shall never more
Place a kiss upon thy brow
When life hold's still in death
Will you love me then as now
Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me when I'm gone
Perhaps you'll plant some flowers
On my cold unworthy grave
Come and sit along here beside me
Where the roses nod and wave
On a cold dark Sunday morning
In a land not far away…. Or…. In a country far away
A little girl from old Kentucky
Lifted up her voice to say
Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me (miss me when I'm gone)
Will you miss me when I'm gone
Carter 1935 …3rd verse
When these footsteps ne’er are heard
And these lips are pale and cold
In a winding sheet of daisies
This frail body you enfold