My children will live on
When I am in the earth
When I am dead and gone
They’ll meet with merry mirth.
Each Christmas they will drink
A toast and talk of me
A thought or two they’ll think
Of how I used to be
My children will survive
When I am dust and dreams
When I’m no more alive
Than silent, sleeping streams
At Easter they will talk
And bring me back to life
And on a lonely walk
They\'ll talk about my wife
My children will recall
Our love that lasted years
Our photo on the wall
Will bring them all to tears!