Now her last sweet song has faded,
And the spotlight softly dims,
May the mountains hold her gently,
May the angels sing her hymns.
She gave the world her laughter,
Her courage, grace, and art,
A voice like morning sunlight,
A kind and open heart.
Though her earthly roads have ended this day,
Love carries every tune;
Her songs will bloom in valley fields,
Beneath the silver moon.
So let the guitars whisper low,
And every tear be bright;
For Dolly’s light, so freely shared,
Will never leave the night.