I lay mine kiss upon thy brow,
Once smooth but wrinkled now,
And as thy soul takes Heaven’s flight,
I hear your solemn vow.
We’ll meet again in Heaven.
Thy body’s naught but an empty cupThat you no longer fill;
Lids to thy empty eyes raise up
But not by a once-strong will.
They gather round us, all of them,All your friends and kin.
I brush gray hair from your blind eyes
And cry all o’er again.
No I’m sorry or If you need…Consoles the wounded heart;
I need you more than ever now.
Oh, why did you depart?
Until we meet again in Heaven…