Will You?

Will you sing my song
when I am gone?
Tell the tales that
speak of me?

Will you take up
lute and lyre,
And of all my life
be the choir?

I pray thee will
tell all of me,
Of what I loved
and what I be.

No one knows the
man I am,
Quite as well
as you, my friend.

Yes, my friend,
my wife, my love, my own;
Speak well of me
until you come.

And 'til you come
to rest close as my own;
I'll speak well
of you to God's dear son.