Perhaps you'll plant some flowers On my cold unworthy grave Come and sit along here beside me Where the roses nod and wave
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
On a cold dark Sunday morning In a land not far away A little girl from old Kentucky Lifted up her voice to say
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.
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.