Whet e’er becomes of the essence br of the things they used to be, br some parts are laminated br in their loved ones’ memory. br For those interred, their nutrients br may smile out from the graveyard tree br And those whose ash blows o’er the land br may drift back on some summer breeze. br And whether or not their spirit br finds the light and leaves the dark br In the hearts of those they leave behind br Each one will leave their mark. br However we remember those br whose absence clouds our eye, br Just colour them with fondness br When you say that last goodbye.