When the sun sits low upon my day
And my sky begins to fill with grey,
When my dear mother kneels to pray,
I wonder, will you cry?

When laughter ceases to amuse
And Angels sing to me the blues,
When the time has come to pay my dues,
I wonder, will you cry?

When darkness dwells within my eyes
And Maker I cannot deny,
When it is time for me to die,
I wonder, will you cry?