When the sun rises in all its glory
To brighten up the sky
That’s when we’ll remember
Saying our last goodbye.
 
When corn in the fields turns golden brown
And in the distance a horse is heard neighing
We’ll turn an ear into the breeze
And hear every word your saying
 
On long summer walks
When we pause and rest a while
We’ll turn our face skywards, close our eyes and see you smile.
 
And now you’re in that place
Where one day we all hope to be,
Do me one small favour …
Save a place for me