They have buried you now my father,
And for you we sing the mourning song.
Your children are crying, my father. Your brothers are weeping.
We fall like leaves from a tree when the end comes
Some of us are missed and some of us are never remembered
But not you, my father. Your life was a voice that we hear now with our hearts.
You were many times beaten down and yet again you stood
You were many times opposed and yet you went on
You were many times abused and yet you showed mercy
You were a man of nations and a father of many
The sun has set now, my father, and for you we sing the mourning song.