You write people’s obituaries while they are still alive?

I sang with a tear in my eye, for the first love of my life is about to die.

I sang of a Sunday mourn

I sang of an afternoon wake

I sang of the first dusk without her

I sang of the memories

I sang of joy…

Now…

I sing with tears pouring, for the love of my life has just died

I sing because, my love, it is time to say goodbye.