There's a child that sings soft and warm   There's a bell that rings every Sunday morn   There's a bird of love; has no place to mourn   It swept him blindly through the air   And left him broken   There's a wind that goes from the strangest ocean   And a jasmine rose; songs of roses   There's unfathomed sounds in a place called nowhere   And the silent ground in these breaths   It swept him blindly through the air   And left him opened   He left the world without a tear   When he crossed over   Om Namah Shiva   In a world without tears   Farewell   Fare thee well   Om Namah Shiva   In every ruse he bid farewell   When he crossed over