If my days are short
And I must leave,
To leave those behind
Lost and bereaved,
Then hold my hand as my
Heart will never
Cease to ache
For the pain of living
Is shadowed by brief
Joy and the dreams
We make.
If my days are short
And I must leave,
To leave those behind
Lost and bereaved,
Then hold my hand as my
Heart will never
Cease to ache
For the pain of living
Is shadowed by brief
Joy and the dreams
We make.