Lower The Flags
He's gone, he is deadHis remains upon the hearse aheadAs silently we wander through the mistHe's free
This is the endYour journey's over, night descendsBelow... Into the abyssFarewell, my friend, you will be missed
Lower the flagsA good man has passedHe has reached the last of frontiersLower the flagsDown to half-mastFor again the world has taken a turn for the worse
He's gone, he's deadSix feet of earth upon his headNow lay your wreath upon theOne who lies beneath
Although you're goneIn memories you shall live onAsleep.. In peace now restThe weight of the world is off your chest
Lower the flagsA good man has passedHe has reached the last of frontiersLower the flagsDown to half mastFor again the world has taken a turn for the worse
That mourning light I'll always rememberAnd these August nights cold as December
Lower the flagsA good man has passedHe has reached the last of frontiersLower the flagsDown to half mastFor again the world has taken a turn for the worse