Lower The Flags
He's gone, he is dead
\r\nHis remains upon the hearse ahead
\r\nAs silently we wander though the mist
\r\nHe's free
\r\n
\r\nThis is the end
\r\nYour journey's over, night descends
\r\nBelow... Into the abyss
\r\nFarewell, my friend, you will be missed
\r\n
\r\nLower the flags
\r\nA good man has passed
\r\nHe has reached the last of frontiers
\r\nLower the flags
\r\nDown to half-mast
\r\nFor again the world has taken a turn for the worse
\r\n
\r\nHe's done, he is dead
\r\nSix feet of earth upon his head
\r\nNow lay your wreaths
\r\nUpon the one who lies beneath
\r\n
\r\nAlthough you're gone
\r\nIn memories you shall live on
\r\nAsleep... In peace now rest
\r\nThe weight of the world is off your chest
\r\n
\r\nLower the flags
\r\nA good man has passed
\r\nHe has reached the last of frontiers
\r\nLower the flags
\r\nDown to half-mast
\r\nFor again the world has taken a turn for the worse
\r\n
\r\nThat morning light I'll always remember
\r\nAnd these August nights: cold as December.
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