Alone in his white satin world.

 The path he trod , he"ll tread no more
His journeys simply ended
The bodies cold, the heart lies still
Its done and cant be mended
Gathered together, the family mourn
And console themselves as they grieve
But in truth nothing can be done
For in death theirs no reprieve
A good fellow they say, with a heart of gold
As the deeds of his life are unfurled
But in the casket of oak, the corpse lies still
Alone in his white satin world.