He's gone, he's dead
His remains are upon the hearse ahead
Silently we wander though that if he's free


Is this the end?
Your journey is over and I descend

Below into the abyss,
Farewell, my friend, you will be missed


Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers

Lower the flags
Down to half mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse


He's gone, he's dead
Six feet of earth upon his head

Now lay your wreath upon the
One who lies beneath


Although you're gone
In memories you shall live on
A sleeping peace, now rest

The weight of the world is off your chest

Lower the flags

A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags

Down to half mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse


That morning light I'll always remember
When these August nights, cold as December


Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers

Lower the flags
Down to half mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse