

(mmmmm) The stage is dark,
the curtains fold away
A final bow beneath the fading light
We heard the stories that you used to play
Now carried on the wind into the night
And though the room is quiet now Your melody remains,
we know (oooh)
Rest in gold among the stars tonight
A heavy crown you do not have to wear
You left us with a spark of guiding light
An everlasting anthem in the air
A generation hums your quiet grace
The pages of your book are written deep
We look around and see an empty space
But promises you made are ours to keep
Singing soft,
singing low
We will sing you home (ahhhh)