Mother first was called to heaven
Left our home all alone
Dad took sick soon and joined her
They're reunited on god's throne
A few more tiring days still face us
A few more weary nights shall come
We'll all be on our way to heaven
When a few more seasons come
In springtime when the flowers blossom
Spreading their fragrance through the air
Walking through the little churchyard
Soon we'll all be resting there
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