When the Darkness finally comes,
I will be in the last light you see.
As all else fades my memory of you will not,
and those that make me smile
will take their place at the front.
When the Darkness covers all,
your spirit light will shine out
and show you your path,
like a lamplighter leading you
on the street that takes you home.
When Darkness Comes,
and this life is no more,
I’ll take your hand
and walk with you to Peter’s door.
I’ll knock for you and wait there
till it has closed again, behind you.
When Darkness Comes
and you have met Him face to face,
I will be here till all is done
and then I’ll join you there.
Till then, adieu mon frere.