Lay me down, beside the still water

Where the wild flowers grow,

And the rush of the wind

Bends the grass to and fro.

Turn my face towards the sun,

So its rays will keep me warm.

Build a shelter over me

To protect me from the storm.

Please, do not grieve for me

As I cross to the other side,

For there are trees and flowers,

And God’s arms are opened wide.

He will cradle and rock me

Until I’m strong again.

I will soon feel  peace

And joy growing within.

Yu/stan/kema.