If a gray cloud covers you,
Know it's death that follows,
Never fear the hand on your shoulder.

Your way is now clear,
For no one stands on the path,
And the walls have tumbled down.

Go safely now her son,
For your cap is light,
And your burdens are no more.

If you should be met,
Just tip your hat and smile,
Then continue on your way.

Your journey will be long,
And at the end there will be peace,
For you then will belong to the stars.