Pick up your crown and sit by your queen,
she'll whisper to you of the mysteries of truth
and love
and things unseen
You tilled and toiled under many summer suns,
the times changed
but the air always carried the rumbling of diesel engines,
the pervasive lamentations of cows,
the smell of rain before a storm...
But now is the time for rest in the heavens above.
Rest, yes, rest easy.
Ninety-four years is a long time, but your legacy has just begun.
Children, grandchildren and their little ones,
too
We'll trace back and see where we came from
through you.
thank you for all you've done.
In life, few are- and fewer realize
that they are lucky
that they are blessed
and for us,
on a man's shoulders
much of this fortune rests
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
Pick up your crown and sit by your queen,
she'll whisper to you of the mysteries of truth
and love
and things unseen
You tilled and toiled under many summer suns,
the times changed
but the air always carried the rumbling of diesel engines,
the pervasive lamentations of cows,
the smell of rain before a storm...
But now is the time for rest in the heavens above.
Rest, yes, rest easy.
Ninety-four years is a long time, but your legacy has just begun.
Children, grandchildren and their little ones,
too
We'll trace back and see where we came from
through you.
thank you for all you've done.
In life, few are- and fewer realize
that they are lucky
that they are blessed
and for us,
on a man's shoulders
much of this fortune rests
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