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 Ivy-clad 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