The funeral was beautiful, not a dry eye in the house

Oh, the tragedy! He died without an heir or a spouse

They said no-one could love him as more than a friend

They were proved so very wrong at the reception’s end

The black-clad figures wipe their eyes and then begin to leave

No huge loss for anyone, there’s no widow left to grieve

The grave is piled high with roses and tributes to the dead

One person chose to stay behind while others walk ahead

The sky begins to darken as the girl falls to her knees

No Buddha, no God, no higher being to listen to her pleas

The raindrops fall and blend with the tears on her face

She alone is left to beseech the air and entreat her case

She hangs her head low and shakes her fist at the sky

“Why’d you have to take him? Why, why, why?”

She knows not who she speaks to, she knows not of Him above

She only knows her own grief and the loss of her one love

More people look behind them and they gather a crowd

There is silence in the churchyard as the girl sobs aloud;

“Nobody ever wants to know, nobody seems to care

That the only man I truly loved is lying, buried there.”

The mass begins to mumble, no-one knows what to say

Suddenly someone in the crowd mutters “Get out of the way”

The mob parts and disappears from the yard of the dead

An old lady stands with the girl and gently strokes her head

The old lady knows what to do; she knows all the right words

She bends and whispers in her ear, she can hardly be heard

“Don’t you worry, dear, there’s really no need to cry

When you’re with the Lord, there is no goodbye.”