Death is as sure as a flower blooms in Spring
the final cure for the woes that life can bring
An angel of stone sheds her blackened tears, at the first fall of snow
the dead lay alone in the earth down below
Time waits for no one it marches on and on
always early, never late like the sunrise at dawn
Soon the day will come when we\'ll all be old and grey
When the pounding of the drum leads another down the way
Down that long stretch of road far beyond God\'s heavenly light
Far beyond life\'s sorrows and the darkness of the night