The eye ranged the room    When i met my doom    And the sands have run out       The sky is overcast    And my thoughts have ranged the past    The sunset glow so crimson       And when all is on the slope    The parting hour of hope    And a cone of rays awaits       Whenever we mourn at the bed    And pray for the soul of the dead    Was there all said and done    Under this pale sun    The end of the matter's a tear    A crushing blow so full of fear    The darkest hour of day    When you are gone and taken away       Ivyclad the bed    Some dark clouds overhead    I am at a loss of words       The river draws to a close    From source to sea it goes    The eleventh hour's near       Whenever we mourn at the bed    And pray for the soul of the dead    Was there all said and done    Under this pale sun    The end of the matter's a tear    A crushing blow so full of fear    The darkest hour of day    When you are finally gone and taken away