Do we bring our love to the lonesome grave? Does it endure as we pass on? Does it, a way for our souls, pave? When I die, will my love for you be gone?

Do not fret, my dear, for our love was deep When we lived on Mother Earth So deep was it that angels weep And heaven knows no mirth

But, were you to pass over without that love, Would the heavens mourn us more? Our admiration came from far above, That love, from our spirits poured

So, if my love comes from my spirit Than heaven shall surely know of it And the hosts will sing forever on Of the love that the heart of heaven won