When the time comes for me to go,
I ask you on thing,
Let the snow fall and lay with quiet comfort.
Let the Lady of the wind and sky whisk away the sorrows of tomorrow.
Hold true my son,
For you are my gift to this world.
When I see the veil that shields our eyes to the world beyond,
Do not fear, for I am home.
Though I may be gone,
You can still see me,
Feel me,
Hear me whisper on the breeze the Lady of the North send to you.
I wish you happiness and joy.
I wish upon fortune and fame.
All I ask my son,
for you to be happy,
Don't weep for me,
For I promise I am home.