[Verse 1: Sweetheart]
Oh, are you afraid to enter the grave
It's just like sleeping
Why, why should it hurt to lie in the dirt
With no state of being

When I'm an old old man, nearly deceased
I've worked out my circumstance, I'll be at peace
I'll be at peace

[Verse 2: Sweetheart]
Me, I'm never scared, I'm very prepared
To go down easy
You, you feel an ache, but I never quake
Doesn't even make me queasy

I've lived a good good life, and I'm not stressed
And I've still got many years till I face death
Till I face death

[Verse 3: Frank Watkinson]
Oh, when I was young I had all my fun
But now I am dying
I reasoned for years there's nothing to fear
I think I was lying
I'm an old old man, nearly deceased
And death's an incurable disease