What will that day be like?
I wonder
Will a golden Sun blaze in the sky
Will birds twitter and bees fly?
Will gloomy clouds shield and hide
Coz I'm to die?
Whatever the day
I'll not see nor ear
For I'll be on my way
On a new journey far away.
Will there be tears?
Will there be regret
That I've left?
Will some sigh and say
Now that's done
And we can rest
Whatever they say
I'll not hear nor see
For I'll be on my way
On a new journey far away.
I wonder
Will a golden Sun blaze in the sky
Will birds twitter and bees fly?
Will gloomy clouds shield and hide
Coz I'm to die?
Whatever the day
I'll not see nor ear
For I'll be on my way
On a new journey far away.
Will there be tears?
Will there be regret
That I've left?
Will some sigh and say
Now that's done
And we can rest
Whatever they say
I'll not hear nor see
For I'll be on my way
On a new journey far away.
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