Mourners have gathered For their last farewell Amidst the grey stones In the garden of the dead The rain is falling still The church bell tolls its knell All cloaked in black with tears in eyes The mourning ones have met
A man in black and violet Latin scriptures, earth to earth Ashes to ashes, dust to dust And heavenly rebirth Flowers grace the coffin black Where the cold dead body lies That slowly now is lowered Into the cold earth
Funeral
Now all is silent And you are all alone The rain is falling still But no one mourns here anymore A cross is placed above your head The coffin is now your home There is nothing left to do but Pray that God will open his door
