[Fare Thee Well My Honey]

wishing you comfort of heart and peace of mind in this silent moment.

james.

Death is an angel sent down from above

Sent for the flowers and the lilies we love

Surely it's so, for in heaven's own way

The soul is a flower of the Master's bouquet

Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet

Beautiful flowers that will never decay

Gathered by angels and carried away

Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet

We must be faithful till life's work is done

Blooming away in the warmth of the sun

But every bud and each blossom some day

Will bloom as a flower in the Master's bouquet