(MV22)

He loved to till the verdant soil,

And watch his garden grow

But now he tills another spot,

A beauty spot I know.

He plows where fields are always green

With furrows straight and true,

And where the day is always bright

And life begins anew.

But we shall miss him here on earth

Until our day is done

When we shall be with him again

When our rewards are won.