When I pass I
bid to you - that you keep
my
wishes true, and when the
lark beckons
me, all that I wish will soon be.
Light my
body, make me
ash, in the ground my
be-
ing stash. As the sun begins to
fade,gath-
er all, goodbye
ye bade. And when your eyes
beg for tear, part the
soil plant
them near.