Jacques Brel - My Death lyrics

My death is like a swinging door
A patient girl who knows the score
Whistle for her and the passing time

My death wait's like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Weep loud for that and the passing time

My death wait's like a witch at night
And surely as our love is bright
Let's laugh for us and the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil I don't care
For in front of that door there is you

My death wait's like a beggar blind
Who sees the world with an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time

My death wait's to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Let's drink to that and the passing time

My death wait's in your arms, your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not talk about the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil I don't care
For in front of that door there is you

My death wait's among the falling leaves
In magicians, mysterious sleeves
Rabbit's, dogs and the passing times

My death wait's among the flowers
Where the blackish shadow cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time

My death wait's in a double bed
Sails of oblivion at my head
Pull up the sheets against the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil I don't care
For in front of that door there is you