Reunion’s taste is bittersweet
And for all the joy it brings
The God-given right to re-unite
Belongs to those with wings
Oh it belongs to those with wings

For those who find no joy in flight
Grow tired of simple things,
Oh they grow tired of simple things

We meet now in sweet suffering
For all the tears I’ve cried
Can’t pay the fare to the ferryman
To cross to the other side
Oh to cross to the other side

Not time, nor tide, could bring you back,
Or Lord knows I would have tried,
Oh Lord knows I would have tried

Farewell, fare well, sleep safe, sleep sound
Farewell, Fare well, your soul lives on above the ground

Well ten long years have come and gone
While I learned to spread my wings
To see he who taught me how to find
Joy in simple things
Oh joy in simple things

Farewell, fare well, sleep safe, sleep sound
Farewell, Fare well, your soul lives on above the ground
Farewell, fare well, I’ll try not to cry
Farewell, dare not to dwell, it’s time, time to say good bye