Do not stand at my grave and weep
My friend calls
I am not there, I did not die...
I am not there, I do not sleep.
For God saw me getting tired
Into His warm embrace He called him to rest
In peace
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart, for every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.
I know I'll never see you again.
But the love you gave me
Through all the years
Will take away these tears.
The pain of your absence has caused me.
Death Be Not Proud
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:
Hide your face in shame
Another King you have taken not
For Wine and Women can make us sleep even better
Than you could ever do in all your evil infamous fame
Sleep well my friend for one day we shall meet again in the Heavens
And Death shall be no more:
Death, thou shalt die!
On chariots of gold my friend, we shall ride.