Cross the Bar - Confessor

Too soon you have gone

Too late we have come

To accept what we lost

To reject what you won

Cross the bar, oh my friend

Cross the bar, to your end

The dreams they recur

The reality stays sound

The life that was lost

The death that was found

Cross the bar, oh my friend

Cross the bar, to your end

Handful of years

A pinch in time

You left us here

We sent you there

Everyday we remember

We hate what, what he took

Cross the bar, oh my friend

Cross the bar, to your end