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In a beautiful green valley 
Where wild flowers grow 
Comes the first blanketing of winter's snow 
The clouds up above float luxuriously by 
As I lay and stare at the wonderous sky 
I can hear the wind whisper thru the trees 
And smell the crisp air in the gentle breeze
I can not touch or feel
The feeling is slightly surreal 
I cast my eyes down 
To see what lays ahead
It is then that I realize that I am dead

My body is draped in a long black dress
My skin is absolutely colourless
It's a frightening feeling I must confess 
I can hear the priest saying a few kind words 
And in the background the beautiful harmony of birds 
Sniffles and sobs reach my ears 
I guess I didn't make it to my golden years
My eyes survey the group gathered round 
A tear in the eye of each could be found 
It is then that I see my only boy 
And my love for him shines with so much joy 
Suddenly a sadness fills me where once I was glad 
As I realize I will never again kiss that sweet lad 

He's saying goodbye 
And I must too 
I just don't know if I have the strength to do 
A soft voice calls to me from above 
"Come home my child", it says with love 
"Come home and be free, Come and live with me"
I yearn to drift into that heavenly grace 
But I can't bear the look on my child's lonely face
I drift just a little above 
And turn to look back with sadness and love

Be good my son, be happy and carefree
Don't cry or remain sad, think of me and be glad
I will be waiting for you at heaven's gate 
There I will sit and patiently wait
And when your work here is done 
I will welcome you home
Then you and I will never be alone
I know that he can't hear the words in my head
For I know I am really and truly dead
A gentle hand touches my arm 
I know that it is time to go
And so I walk toward the heavenly glow 
Leaving no footprints in the brand new snow
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