Red roses will lie upon the wood

Tears may splash upon the surface

But misery is such a strange way

To commemorate an eternal birth

My family may be dressed in black

But the saints and the angels are in white

Loved ones on Earth may gather to mourn

But the saints and the angels are singing

A trail of people will leave my grave

And a stone will mark my place on Earth

But a celestial host will wait by Door

And welcome me to my home in Heaven

My family may be dressed in black

But the saints and the angels are in white

Loved ones on Earth may gather to mourn

But the saints and the angels are singing

There are many tears in the realm of time

But not one of them should be for me

My mortal death is the birth into eternity

And alive will I await my family

And the saints and the angels are singing…

And the saints and the angels are singing…