Confessor Cross The Bar
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
