As i returned from far away
to see the land where I was born
I drove the hills of Kingdom Road
to find the woods where I had played
What was it made me turn
to see the gravestones
in the sunny meadow?
What was it made me stop and walk
to lean against the maple tree
and look down on the polished stone
to find my friend asleep -
his name to mark the place
where friendship lives

Now rest my friend, in summer's arms
And sleep with songs of mourning dove
Your gentle laughter rustles with
the leaves of evening wind