Lyrics: John Vanderslice. If I Live Or If I Die.

Little fly, your summers play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away
And ended your day

Am I not a fly like you?
Are you not a man like me?
Oh, I dance and drink and sing
Till some hand tears off my wing

If thought in life and strength and breath
And the want of thought is death
Then am I a happy fly?
If I live or if I die