Yes I do fear the day that I die
Will you bring me water the day that my well runs dry?
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it

Silence fall heavily on my shoulders
Grace and the Goddess in the eye of the beholder
You are so beautiful and I have fallen in love with you

Yes I do fear the day that you die
And I'll bring you water the day that your well runs dry
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it