It's better that I leave you now
Than stay to see you die.
I'd rather have fond memories
Than see you torn from life.
For better dearest fantasy than bitter, cold reality,
And fairer are my faintest dreams that what your dying does to me.
God in heaven, spare me this
Rift of heart and mind and bliss!
I never asked but for a friend;
Even this must you rescind?
For deepest sorrow's in the end.
Friend, I cannot leave you yet,
For love is stronger e'en than death.
The Reaper's weakness is this song,
That e'en in death, we still have won
When heav'n from earth we shall pass on.