Fare Thee Well William Fitzsimmons

Prepare them not for sunrise
We’ll watch them go
I often see your small ghost
In funeral clothes

Prepare them not for war time
They’ll sing its tune
I left you on your own child
10 years too soon

Fare thee well
Fare thee well

Prepare them not for long lives
In soil immersed
We speak by your small headstone
You left me first

Fare thee well
Fare thee well
Fare thee well
Fare thee well