It is a celebration of your life And the mourning of what might have been It is a joyous cry of your love And the tearful anger of your death It is the alleviating conclusion Of a transitory moment of anguish To find yourself galloping blissfully Through the golden orchards of Tír na nÓg It is a moment for those of us who linger To gather the tokens of your life In tear stained photographs And the scattered recollections Of the fleeting seconds We depleted at each other's side It is a occasion to weep at your departure As the piper resonates his concluding note Duplicating the banshee's dying requiem.