The eye ranged the roomWhen i met my doomAnd the sands have run outThe sky is overcastAnd my thoughts have ranged the pastThe sunset glow so crimsonAnd when all is on the slopeThe parting hour of hopeAnd a cone of rays awaits(chorus)Whenever we mourn at the bedAnd pray for the soul of the deadWas there all said and doneUnder this pale sunThe end of the matter´s a tearA crushing blow so full of fearThe darkest hour of dayWhen you are gone and taken awayIvyclad the bedSome dark clouds overheadI am at a loss of wordsThe river draws to a closeFrom source to sea it goesThe eleventh hour´s near(chorus)Whenever we mourn at the bedAnd pray for the soul of the deadWas there all said and doneUnder this pale sunThe end of the matter´s a tearA crushing blow so full of fearThe darkest hour of dayWhen you are finally gone and taken away