Death is one thing we cannot fight.
Lord or lady, serf or knight.
Adieu to our departed friends.
Friend to many, foe to none.
He hunts now in the Summerlands.
We said goodbye to one fine man.
Our little songbird passed to soon.
No more we'll hear her crystal tune.
In Heaven's choir she takes her place.
But soldier's lives are seldom long.
We cry farewell to fallen friends.
Wait at the rainbow bridge for you.
And we, in mourning, left behind.
Death is one thing we cannot fight!
And brightly shine while yet we live.