I try, but do not mind.
As we bid to each, farewell,
On that high cloud, silver lined.

Is this love?  Our hearts entwined,
I wish I could, but cannot tell.
I try, but do not mind.

If ‘tis true, then, ‘tis blind,
As we part, tolls the bell,
On that high cloud, silver lined.

I attempt to put behind
The sure sounded, ringing knell.
I try, but do not mind.

Oh, that road, that road does wind,
Though, choice, it does not compel,
On that high cloud, silver lined.

His soul, so very bright, it shined,
How very clear, as I retell:
I try, but do not mind,
On that high cloud, silver lined.