When I am gone away, remember me,
O children sweet.
No, not because I failed.
No, not because I cried.
No, not because I tried.
No, not because I saw my Lord in you.
No, not because I served my Lord in you.
No, not because I fulfilled my Lord in you.
No, not because I was your Pilot true.
No, not because I was your ‘Infinite’ blue.
O, but because my life was all gratitude, gratitude, gratitude
To you, to you, my children sweet, to you.
When I am gone away, remember me.