What lies next?
Yet one question stays
What lies next?
Is it death or is it life?
Yet one question stays
What lies next?
Is it death or is it life?
It will soon be upon me,
That I cannot deny.
But shall it be my doom,
A fate that I will submit to?
She is only going on a little ahead
To find you the loveliest place;
There will be golden roses there
Abloom in an azure place;
She lived across the street,
The girl with the hazel eyes
She walked with her dainty feet
Under the morning skies.