It is now apparent
Thar your stay is in doubt
You aren’t present
To make an account
All joyful moments
How can we rejoice?
When you are absent

It is very dark
More hard and bad
In the state so worse
That we feel apart
From the field of work
It is sorrow and sad

When the morning glory dawns
We shall meet on the beautiful margins
We shall dress in whitened gowns
Our grief and stress in chains
Would end here
Sorrow and death won’t be there