Heard you the sound ... the sound of the muffled [bad word] 
And all the [bad word] mournful blast 
They tell that the time ... that [bad word] #39;s time [bad word] 
to all his dreams of glory past 

Sealed till the last ... the last deep [bad word] shake, 
The earth with all its awful sound 
Then shall the dead ... the dead arousing, wake, 
While even nature sinks around! 

The mother weeps ... she weeps her beloved son, 
Who was her hope her joy her pride 
He was the one ... the widows only one 
For him she surely would have died 

Her pilgrimage is nearly past, 
her every earthly woe, 
like the ancient tree that falls at last 
when wintry tempests blow 

What marvel that she wildly cries 
For the grave its prey to yield? 
oh what avail are tears or sighs 
his earthly doom is seald. 

Don't grieve for me 
I'm not there 
I am the gentle autumn rain 
Hold up my lamp to light your way 
farewell to thee