He passed away last night
Old but put up an inspiring fight
He was a good neighbor
As well as a friend
But in the end
He's found his river bend
There are wails (his people are grieving)
Getting straight to my head
Guess it’s true they ain't for the dead
Funerals are for the living
Who build a melancholy cacophony
Thick, catching and as hard as a mahogany
While I ponder whether I'm still death fear free
Since two O three
Like Dad his people did foresee
That he would soon succumb to the leprosy
Goodbye my chap, with peace be gone
You had to die 'cause you were born