When Death Comes Like A Long Lost Friend Poem by Matthew Buchwald

When death comes like a long lost friend
Whistling a mournful tune
When death comes creeping in the door
We'll dance by the light of the moon

As surely as our love is true
So death must take us away
But our love may never die, my dear
It will warm us in the grave

When the sun stops shining, the earth grows cold
And the stars fall from the sky
Our love will burn with passion still
Like the fire in your eye

So fare thee well my own true love
But dance with me a while
For we shall share eternity
Though death on us must smile