Do
You
When you were young
Chasing clouds
Down the rivers
Catching birds
In the sun

You
Have surrendered
To life's
Bitter hour
In the deep
Lies your freedom
In the stars
Is your home

As we gathered
To see you go
Flowers scatter

To let you know

Sons
Of the mountains
A cry
In the wild
Warm and tender
In our arms
So you'll stay
Though you're gone

So here we gather
To say goodbye
Til we see
Your face again
Like seasons come
And go in turn
Everybody, leaves in the end

I.... I
I.... I

No one will
No one can
Ever walk like you again
All the names
Left behind
Are standing mirrors
Of your light
No one will
Not one name
Shall replace
The ones that came
We held you tight
We held you tight
But everybody leaves in the end