Dying in December?

As a child I loved listening to the song "Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!" at Christmastime. I would sing along in the car with the Bing Crosby cd, "We'll expire as we dream by the fire." I remember the one time my parents finally paid attention, catching and correcting my mistake. They were shocked. "It's conspire. Not expire!" "Well what does expire mean?" "It means you die!" "Oh." I quit singing that version.