Don't Cry for Me When I'm Gone

Three score and ten are given to man, But ours is a much briefer span.
So, though I give you all my heart, The time will come when we must part.
But all around you, you will see, Creatures that speak to you of me;
A tired horse, a hunted thing, A sparrow with a broken wing.
Pity - and help (I know you will) And somehow, I will be with you still;
And I shall know, although I'm gone, The love I gave you lingers on.