Fair as the morning, bright as the day

Life changes then passes away,

Bright as a sunbeam, pure as the dew

We wake to see the beauty renew.

 

Over the river to the other side

Sun and moon shall still abide,

As the time passes over the sky

Make fine your farewell,

Make good your goodbye.

 

Only when you drink from the river of silence

And the blue waves beat a steady cadence,

With other voices shall you sing

When you reach your final resting.