Cry not for me on this day of mourn
For angels shall rejoice to a summers morn
When voices carry a heart felt song
Upon the breeze of life

Patchouli serenade's the mind
With vanilla mixed in time
And cheeks that sting with tears
Each one a drop for all the years

Upon the grassy meadows we ran
To tunes of larks and whispers of love
The sun kissing our necks so raw
And smiles that did tore
Through the tears of joyous love

But greener is the grass this day
As still and quiet now I lay
And mop your brow as sadness holds
Onto your love strong and bold

Look up into a sky and see
Each little cloud could be
A piece of history of we
The picture book of life
For you my loving caring wife