Fair as the morning, bright as the day
Life changes, then passes away,
Bright as a sunbeam, pure as the dew,
We wake to see the beauty renew.

Over the river to the other side
Sun and moon shall still abide.
As the time passes over the sky,
Make good your farewell, make good your goodbye.

Only when you drink from the River of Silence
And the blue waves beat a steady cadence,
With other voices, Shall you indeed Sing,
When you reach your final resting.

© Hazel