On the day I go in
A band of dancers, around
A drum of wine for guest
I have lived and caroused life, will be said
The journey to the great beyond
begins,
With the loss of air
No tears, No dark linen
A debt to pay is death
At the end, we credit our Father
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
On the day I go in
A band of dancers, around
A drum of wine for guest
I have lived and caroused life, will be said
The journey to the great beyond
begins,
With the loss of air
No tears, No dark linen
A debt to pay is death
At the end, we credit our Father
