Passing of the King

Carry the casket over the ground For in this time eternity bound Plant the red roses near to the stone To decorate his forever home Write on the cross his entire name And have the fife play a soft refrain Then release white doves into the air While the priest recites a holy prayer Lower him e'er softly to his rest And ensure his gaze is to the west Cover him now with the rich, red earth That has come from the land of his birth They will set a time to celebrate A life most humble yet somehow great They will call the masses west to east To join the town for a weekend feast Then an author will write history And pen a story of mystery Of all to be has already been And one day the King will come again