Tell Him Now

If with pleasure you are viewing, anything a man is doing,
If you like it or you like him, tell him now,
Don't delay your approbation for the funeral ovation,
As he lies with snow white lilies over his brow.
For no matter how you shout it, he won't know a thing about it,
He won't know how many teardrops you have shed.
If you think some praise is due to him, NOW'S the time to tell it to him,
For he'll never smell your flowers when he's dead,
Nor will he read the tombstone over his head.