At the end of the end

It's the start of a journey

To a much better place

And this wasn't bad

So a much better place

Would have to be special

No need to be sad



On the day that I die I'd like jokes to be told

And stories of old to be rolled out like carpets

That children have played on

And laid on while listening to stories of old



At the end of the end

It's the start of a journey

To a much better place

And a much better place

Would have to be special

No reason to cry



[Whistling]



On the day that I die I'd like bells to be rung

And songs that were sung to be hung out like blankets

That lovers have played on

And laid on while listening to songs that were sung



At the end of the end

It's the start of a journey

To a much better place

And a much better place

Would have to be special

No reason to cry

No need to be sad

At the end of the end