When I am Gone
Will the sun shine
just as brightly
Will the moon be just as clear
Will the clouds be just as balmy
Will they be the same my dear
When I am gone
Will the flowers cease
their blooming
Will the stars begin to fade
Will the birds hush their singing
Will the sun beams kiss the shade
When I am gone
Oh, I know to other
mortals
Will be as bright the world as new
as it was in other springtimes
Will it be the same to you
When I am gone.
