The Darkness of the Night

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