He's gone, he's dead   His remains are upon the hearse ahead   Silently we wander though that if he's free      Is this the end?   Your journey is over and I descend   Below into the abyss,   Farewell, my friend, you will be missed      Lower the flags   A good man has passed   He has reached the last of frontiers   Lower the flags   Down to half mast   For again the world has taken a turn for the worse      He's gone, he's dead   Six feet of earth upon his head   Now lay your wreath upon the   One who lies beneath      Although you're gone   In memories you shall live on   A sleeping peace, now rest   The weight of the world is off your chest      Lower the flags   A good man has passed   He has reached the last of frontiers   Lower the flags   Down to half mast   For again the world has taken a turn for the worse      That morning light I'll always remember   When these August nights, cold as December      Lower the flags   A good man has passed   He has reached the last of frontiers   Lower the flags   Down to half mast   For again the world has taken a turn for the worse