Art Of Dying

• Composer
  George Harrison
• Lead Vocalists
  George Harrison

There'll come a time
When all of us must leave here
Then nothing Sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
Nothing in this life that I've been trying
Can equal or surpass the art of dying

Do you believe me?

There'll come a time
When all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you've learned the art of dying

But you still leave me

But if you want it, then you must find it
But when you have it, there'll be no need for it

There'll come a time
When most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
A perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you've realized the art of dying

Can you believe me?