Death is but the sweetest sorrow
To be lost and gone the 'morrow
Til' the soul it finds an end
Who to those don't understand
Let it be, as must it should
To find peace within the gloom... it would

Oh, how justly it is aught
God's great hand which is sought
Angels held his air like structure
Bring about no pain or destruction
Let it be, I must say
That we shall go another way