I'll be more than happy to set you free

When these arms of mine grow tired of holding you
And my mind forgets the joy between us two
When the angels come
And when they drop the black veil over me
I'll be more than happy to set you free

When these lips of mine grow cold from kissing you
And I lose the thrill of loving like we do
When these eyes of mine go blind
And your face I cannot see
I'll be more than happy to set you free

When my ears are deft and I can hear no more
All the sweet things you have whispered back before
And when I am dead and they close the lid on me
And when they bury me
I'll be more than happy to set you free
I'll be more than happy to set you free