Cry Before I Say Goodbye

Indeed someday I will be gone down dusky hill like daylight Sun, I will then be to graveside roses, flaunt those flowers when I am close. Someday I'll heed the clarion call like autumn flowers fade and fall and will not feel thy candle's glow, O burn; pure passion let me know. Like summer takes the thirsty crops far from the fist of winter-drops, I will not taste your tender tears, cry now for me when I am near.