Born from a loving and graceful mother
Comes a glorious son from her soft womb.
A beloved friend and a loyal brother,
So soon for him to lay now in his tomb.
The summer day for when he past away,
Blue birds were singing in the summer sky.
Although his body lays, his spirit stays,
A single tear runs from his mother's eye.
As the angels cry for death has spoken,
Leaving nothing but his spirit and soul.
Now leaves the family heart-broken,
The fam'ly remains with a empty hole.
Holy brother, who was my lovely friend.
Holy brother, meet me when my life ends.