There is a Reaper whose name is Death
And with his sickle keen
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath
And the flowers that grow between
Wipe off the tears that run down your face
Frozen in time of your most painful dream
And transform them all into an ocean so the dream may sail away
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes
He kissed their drooping leaves
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves
They shall all bloom in fields of light
Transplanted by my care
And saints upon their garments white
These sacred blossoms wear
And once they have sailed away from you
Never look back so they shall not return
Unless you’d want them to become
a pain that gives birth to another worthless tear
O not in cruelty not in wrath
The Reaper came that day
'T was an angel visited the green earth
And took the flowers away
It’s the last farewell