One Last Song

Sing me one last song that will carry me away
To the warm summer memory of home;
And that old melody softly echoes on the breeze
To a pathway that I must walk alone
I have loved, I have lain on the dewy morning fields
With a cloud of apple blossom in the air

So lay me down
I'm weary of the cries and distant drums
One last farewell
The time for endless sleep will come

Sing me one last song as the evening shadows fall
From the gold chariot reaching from the west
Raise up one last glass, as I hear the boatman call
And an old song will carry me to rest
I have loved, I have lain on the dewy morning fields
With a cloud of apple blossom in the air

So lay me down
I'm weary of the cries and distant drums
One last farewell
The time for endless sleep has come