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Overlijdingsgedichten in het Engels
God
looked
around
his
garden
And
saw an
empty
space.
He
then
looked
down
upon
this
earth
And
saw
your
smiling
face.
God's
garden
must
be
beautiful,
He
always
takes
the
best.
For an
unknown
reason
he
took
you
up to
heaven,and
shielded
you
with
grace.
It
broke
our
hearts
to see
you
go,
But
you
did
not go
alone.
For
part
of us
went
with
you,
The
day
God
called
you
home.
Funeral
Blues
Stop
all
the
clocks,
cut
off
the
telephone.
Prevent
the
dog
from
barking
with a
juicy
bone,
Silence
the
pianos
and
with
muffled
drum
Bring
out
the
coffin,
let
the
mourners
come.
Let
aeroplanes
circle
moaning
overhead
Scribbling
in the sky
the
message He
is Dead,
Put crêpe
bows round
the white
necks of
the public
doves,
Let the
traffic
policemen
wear black
cotton
gloves.
He was my
North, my
South, my
East and
West,
My working
week and
my Sunday
rest
My noon,
my
midnight,
my talk,
my song;
I thought
that love
would last
forever, I
was wrong.
The stars
are not
wanted
now; put
out every
one,
Pack up
the moon
and
dismantle
the sun.
Pour away
the ocean
and sweep
up the
wood;
For
nothing
now can
ever come
to any
good.
Since you
have gone
and I
remain
One thing
I ask you
to do
Walk
slowly
down that
lovely
path
For some
day I'll
come to
you
I want to
know each
step you
take
That I may
do the
same
For some
day down
that
lovely
lane
You'll
hear me
call your
name
Sorrow
If your
sorrow can
be
lessened,
In some
warm and
special
way,
By knowing
that so
many
share,
In your
loss with
you today.
And if it
brings you
comfort,
When
others
show they
care,
Please
know that
thoughts
are with
you,
And
remember
they are
there.
Don‘t
mourn my
death,
But
celebrate
my life.
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And saw an empty space.
He then looked down upon this earth
And saw your smiling face.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
For an unknown reason he took you
up to heaven,and shielded you with grace.
It broke our hearts to see you go,
But you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
Funeral Blues
Stop
all
the
clocks,
cut
off
the
telephone.
Prevent
the
dog
from
barking
with a
juicy
bone,
Silence
the
pianos
and
with
muffled
drum
Bring
out
the
coffin,
let
the
mourners
come.
Let
aeroplanes
circle
moaning
overhead
Scribbling
in the sky
the
message He
is Dead,
Put crêpe
bows round
the white
necks of
the public
doves,
Let the
traffic
policemen
wear black
cotton
gloves.
He was my
North, my
South, my
East and
West,
My working
week and
my Sunday
rest
My noon,
my
midnight,
my talk,
my song;
I thought
that love
would last
forever, I
was wrong.
The stars
are not
wanted
now; put
out every
one,
Pack up
the moon
and
dismantle
the sun.
Pour away
the ocean
and sweep
up the
wood;
For
nothing
now can
ever come
to any
good.
Since you
have gone
and I
remain
One thing
I ask you
to do
Walk
slowly
down that
lovely
path
For some
day I'll
come to
you
I want to
know each
step you
take
That I may
do the
same
For some
day down
that
lovely
lane
You'll
hear me
call your
name
Sorrow
If your
sorrow can
be
lessened,
In some
warm and
special
way,
By knowing
that so
many
share,
In your
loss with
you today.
And if it
brings you
comfort,
When
others
show they
care,
Please
know that
thoughts
are with
you,
And
remember
they are
there.
Don‘t
mourn my
death,
But
celebrate
my life.
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