Everybody's mourning
Gloomy, cloudy, morning
How will we be this evening?
If nothing's, anymore, worth doing?

These children, what do they know?
No, no, we mustn't show
They still glow, no more will they follow
Old, wait 'til they grow, and them they might sorrow

Why didn't we see him?!
Loathing, agonizing, must I scream!
Up to his last grim, never we saw his final dim
Suppose, now and hereafter, we must wait for the beam
Until we hold, embrace, talk, this time, in my sorrowful dream