The Funeral Bell

The funeral bell is ringing a reminder of our mortality Farewelling a deceased soul one day 'twill ring for me Ringing in the stillness of this cool Autumn day Across the rural city in the morning damp and gray. The funeral bell is pealing for one a last farewell And few sounds sadder than the slow peals of the loud funeral bell Above the streets and houses it echoes to the sky For one bound for her or his last resting place the cemetery nearby. The peewees in the town park distinctive in their call And the magpie on a wattle pipe on this cool morning in the Fall And for one who will not breathe again the eulogy is read And the funeral bell is tolling in memory of the dead. The funeral bell is ringing for one a last goodbye And on the clock of our mortality the hours just seem to fly Respect to the departed is all that we can pay And for each and everyone of us a final night and day.