Sad is the feeling dreadful the grieving
When one remains and the other must go
It won't be heaven without her beside me
Please tell the angels to let me fly low

Many a loved ones gone on to glory
Now it's my turn to be laid out and cold
I can't let go of the hand of my darling
She who was given to have and to hold

Let me fly low lord let me fly low
Let me watch o’er her when she's alone
If it's your will lord if i must go
Please tell the angels to let me fly low

Shovels of clay and a blanket of roses
Then tears will fall on my pillow of stone
That's when she'll need me so lord let me hover
Waiting to carry my darling on home

Precious the lifetime we spent together
Now everything but the memory's gone
She brings a handful of pretty white daisies
Oh what i'd give just to follow her home
Please tell the angels to let me fly low