He's gone, he's dead

His remains are upon the hearse ahead

Silently we wander though that if he's free



Is this the end?

Your journey is over and I descend

Below into the abyss,

Farewell, my friend, you will be missed

Lower the flags

A good man has passed

He has reached the last of frontiers

Lower the flags

Down to half mast

For again the world has taken a turn for the worse



He's gone, he's dead

Six feet of earth upon his head

Now lay your wreath upon the

One who lies beneath



Although you're gone

In memories you shall live on

A sleeping peace, now rest

The weight of the world is off your chest

Lower the flags

A good man has passed

He has reached the last of frontiers

Lower the flags

Down to half mast

For again the world has taken a turn for the worse



That morning light I'll always remember

When these August nights, cold as December



Lower the flags

A good man has passed

He has reached the last of frontiers

Lower the flags

Down to half mast

For again the world has taken a turn for the worse