When I pass, sweetly

The Queen will call me home

To the Queen, I will go

I shall no longer roam

To the Queen, I will go

My spirit no longer to roam

When I’m gone, gladly

To the Queen of Stars I’ll go

And with the Queen, I will drink

Of the river Life’s flow

With the Queen, I will drink

Of the river of Life’s flow

When I die, gladly

I’ll go to Wisdom’s feet

I’ll sit there and speak 

of memories so sweet

I’ll sit there and speak

of memories so kind and sweet

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