Smile in the darkest hour, where the weeping willows cry their song,
while the blood drains from my face, while the funeral procession marches on.
Smile when I'm dead and tired, sleeping in my wooden home,
remembering these forlorn years, when I lay in your arms.
Smile as I die tonight, weep no more my dear, for summer delight is drawing close,
death becomes nothing to fear.
Smile when I close my eyes, a final whisper goodbye.
Smile when you dry your tears, for forever I will be near.
Smile.