Из альбома: Jacaranda
You left on a Saturday
In her hands you passed away
On seashores we laughed and played
Only months ago
And I know you tried so hard
To heal the space between our hearts
And now your work is done
For your daughters and sons
Swing low to the ground
For we have lost our father’s crown
Hallowed was the night
When the veil was torn
And your spirit took flight
From the world
We gathered the sticks and leaves
To set aflame our memories
Your family gathered around
To lay your ashes down
Sing treetops and clap your hands
For the grace in this sorrowful plan
That night when one candle remained
We whispered your name
Swing low to the ground
For we have lost our father’s crown
Hallowed was the night
When the veil was torn
And your spirit took flight
From the world