When I go don't cry for me,
in my Father´s arms I´ll be
The wounds this world has left on my soul
will all be healed and I´ll be whole.
Sun and moon will be replaced
with the light of Jesus´ face
And I will not be ashamed
for my savior knows my name.
It don´t matter where you bury me,
I´ll be home and I´ll be free
It don´t matter where I lay
all my tears be washed away.
Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from Heaven´s store
Come and drink, and thirst no more
So weep not for me, my friends,
when my time below does end
for my life belongs to him
who will raise the dead again!
Utrolig trist at du er borte, Inger Marie! Du var alltid så god og snill og blid...