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

Round 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

A little girl from old Kentucky

Lifted up her voice to say