She's Taking Me, Honey. She's Taking Me...
She's taking me, honey. She's taking me...
I saw her in the hall.
This odd glow was about her.
That girl, she seemed so small.
She's taking me, honey. She's taking me...
But my love, please do not fret.
To my grave, she leads me now.
Tonight, I pay death's debt.
The life I lead was happy and long.
That much, you can rest assured.
This dainty little girl, her hand guides me tonight;
My end has been secured.
Those days of summer, in '67;
Yes, those days have gone and past.
Staring into the stars above,
Those memories will always last.
When i knelt down on one knee,
The mood of love was set.
The ring on your finger still shines tonight.
Please lover, don't get upset.
Death's embrace has taken me.
Oh yes, this much is true.
But one thing Death cannot take,
are the memories of me and you.
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