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We've come to bring you home |
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Haven't we, Cassiel? |
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To cast aside your loss and all your sadness |
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And shuffle off that mortal coil and mortal madness |
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For we're here to pick you up and bring you home |
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Aren't we, Cassiel? |
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It's a place where you did not belong |
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Were time itself was mad and far too strong |
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Where life leapt up laughing and hit you head on |
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and hurt you, didn't it hurt you, Cassiel? |
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While time outran you and trouble flew toward you, |
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and you were there to greet it, |
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weren't you, foolish Cassiel? |
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But here we are, we've come to call you home |
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and here you'll stay never more to stray |
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Where you can kick off your boots of clay |
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can't you, Cassiel? |
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For death and you did recklessly collide |
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and time ran out of you |
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and you ran out of time, |
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didn't you, Cassiel? |
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and all the clocks, in all the world |
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may this once just skip a beat in memory of you |
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then again those damn clocks, they probably won't |
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will they, Cassiel? |
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One moment you are there and then strangely you are gone, |
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but on behalf of all of us here we are glad to have you home |
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Aren't we, dear Cassiel? |
