Someday we ought to meet again
When we won't ever look the same
Unlike the day beside the drain
A solemn face and I was lame
That day could be near tomorrow
With people surrounding though
Dread souls will quiver in sorrow
Crestfallen, upright, all in bow
Our departed bodies will meet again
When our Lord stands before us exultant
I hope and implore never in great vain
Resurrected, we'll be friends in heaven
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