Far From The City's Eye

All the neighbors send their food

Wishes and their sympathies

These will surely fill the place

where he used to be



Mother's crying in the kitchen

She will wash those tears with wine

And I think it'll be awhile

'til the youngest is fine



Children stay inside their rooms

What a way to spend the Spring

Summer might not be so great

Ever again



Give your pity to the widow

She must bear this weight alone

Keep her mind off of the past

She could find replacements



And now we take him to the meadow

Far from the city's eye

And we will wait there for the wind

To let those ashes fly