A scent of lilies A wreath of pine The threshold open For spirits to rise We light the incense We close our eyes The table has been set The sheets are ironed The heavens lift you up Your deeds and works And all the fields will ring With the sound of our love We'll never forget you Our past is shared As long as we shall live You too shall live Fare thee well Fare thee well Fare thee well My old friend Fare thee well Fare thee well Fare thee well For we won't meet again Fare thee well Fare thee well Fare thee well My old friend Fare thee well Fare thee well Fare thee well For we won't meet again