You've left this world
Now, your pain will cease
Your hurting is over
You will rest at peace
O'er the sea your soul will go
To the land of your forebearers
That you know
Free to walk the highland hills
And look upon us, Ron , until
We meet again
We will see you in the gloaming
As you nod, to say all's fine
We will think of you with comfort
To strains of Auld Lange Syne
You are home now and are waiting
We will all meet once again
As we think of you with fondness
To a haunting pipes refrain.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
You've left this world
Now, your pain will cease
Your hurting is over
You will rest at peace
O'er the sea your soul will go
To the land of your forebearers
That you know
Free to walk the highland hills
And look upon us, Ron , until
We meet again
We will see you in the gloaming
As you nod, to say all's fine
We will think of you with comfort
To strains of Auld Lange Syne
You are home now and are waiting
We will all meet once again
As we think of you with fondness
To a haunting pipes refrain.
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