Come nigh all you who mourn
From whence you come?
North, South, East and West.
A son is born, a son is gone!
You gather together to mourn
Who is it you mourn?
Mother, father daughter or son?
Indeed for a son – a son that is gone
You gather together at dusk
To mourn the son who passed
The son for whom, mission on earth has ended
Homeward bound ascended
Many a mourner weary and worn
What grief none can tell!
The son in flight to his heavenly father
‘Welcome home my son!’
Oh ye mourners far and near
Listen to what I have to say!
My son is home with The Lord
To live and die no more
Jeggan my beloved son, sleep on
Sleep on and take your rest
Until we meet again to part no more
I love you and always will
By Mum: Pamela Cole
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