Just the breeze and I, place your bets, sing a
lullaby and don't forget,
Tell her for me, when I'm gone.
And people they are sure to talk, about childish
things as I recall,
Tell her for me, when I'm gone.
Your bright, baby blues, your love, it's overdue.
And it's not that I give a damn for you, I'll give
credit where credit's due,
Tell her for me when I'm gone.