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