A world in which we swung among the clouds
Now has been overridden by the image of you in shrouds
We'd sing songs of warmth and hope
Now I pier over your body, dressed in a despairing cope
We'd skip along the flowery hill
Now I'm paying your casket bill

I don't understand what the point was
To make your own life come to a pause
But I will respect your wishes
As I burry my beautiful missus