The flowers of memory bloom on through the years, When fond recollections cover them with tears; The graves of our friends, like the leaves of the trees, Are scattered around by adversity's breeze. Yet memory goes back with its flowers to lay, a wreath, a memorial, for each grave on this day. Rest In Peace.

The flowers of memory bloom on through the years, When fond recollections cover them with tears; The graves of our friends, like the leaves of the trees, Are scattered around by adversity's breeze. Yet memory goes back with its flowers to lay, a wreath, a memorial, for each grave on this day. Rest In Peace.