My old friend, I’ll see you again

In a distant time and place.

I’ll look you up when I leave this world

And travel through endless space.

 

If you should die before I do,

Meet me at the pearly gate.

I don’t want to miss time with you.

We’ve a lot to celebrate.

 

We’ll share the things we use to share,

And laugh ’til the sun goes down.

We’ll sing sacred songs at night

And follow God’s heavenly crown.

 

In early morning, we’ll walk and talk

In a field of beautiful  flowers.

We’ll stand where the sweet river flows,

And dance in the Spring showers.

 

We’ll  pass under the towering trees,

And listen to the birds that sing.

They will create a symphony

That will make the forest ring.

 

When I am given my pair of wings,                    

You and I will fly

To the nearest star and back again,

Under a moon-lit sky.

 

When you are finally done for the night,

You’ll take out your harp and play,

A tune to match with the song I’ll write.

It’s another way of  to pray.

 

So don’t you be sorry if I go first,

And make it there before you.

I’ll save a very special place,

And tell God you are coming too.

     Yu/stan/kema