God saw that you were getting tired and a cure was not to be so He put his arm around you and whispered, "Come to Me" With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away although we loved you dearly we could not make you stay A golden heart stopped beating hard working hands at rest God broke our hearts to prove to usthat He only takes the best
May the roads rise to meet you May the wind be always at your back May the sunshine warm your face And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand
