It's a cold grey morning Mist fills the air And sorrow fills the hearts Of people everywhere He's lying helpless Hid from our view While we just stand here Don't know what to do
It's a cold grey morning Death he has found And people bow their heads Their hopes dashed to the ground He's gone for ever Gone from this place While I just stand here Tears on my face
Too late now for pious words Empty phrases praising the man For all our prayers and tears Won't bring him back again
It's a cold grey morning Mist fills the air And sorrow fills the hearts Of people everywhere When the silver airplane Lifts him to the sky We all lift our faces For a last goodbye