when I go

When I go, darling, when I go,
touch me ‘fore you lay me down to sleep,
with the blue, blue satin at my head,
and the blue, blue stockings on my feet.

When I go, darling, when I go,
kiss me ‘fore you lay me down to rest,
with the red, red ribbon at my throat,
and the red, red poppy at my breast.

When I go, darling, when I go,
love me ‘fore you lay me down the deep,
with the white, white roses in my hand,
and the white, white pillow for my sleep.

When I go, darling, when I go,
bless me ‘fore you lay me down the dark,
with the black, black ravens in the trees,
and the black, black longing in your heart.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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