Fare Thee Well - William Fitzsimmons

Prepare them not for sunrise

We’ll watch them go

I often see your small ghost

In funeral clothes

Prepare them not for war time

They’ll sing its tune

I left you on your own child

10 years too soon

Fare thee well

Fare thee well

Prepare them not for long lives

In soil immersed

We speak by your small headstone

You left me first

Fare thee well

Fare thee well

Fare thee well

Fare thee well