All Our Little Things

[PATIENTS]
When we die
All our little things
Spill from our pockets
To say goodbye

Town dumps and old bookstalls
Stove fires and village halls
Blackboards and brothel beds
Park walks and tractor sheds

We didn't know they were so dear to us
But now that death is waiting here for us

All our little things
Why are these what we kept?
All our little things
The last things we'll forget

All our little things
Muddy boots, broken knives
All our little things
The leavings of our lives

All our little things
Why this instead of that?
All our little things
Not her face, but her hat

We didn't know they were so dear to us
But now that death is standing here with us

Who'd have thought
That corner shop or iron pot
Would be my cherished last of life?
Oh, who'd have thought
I'd choose that as
The last thing I forgot?