Sometimes I feel the end is near with you
As winter's chill is in the air and it kills
My Calla-Lily
I know sometimes the truth is hard to hear
But the resurrection is near
I feel your presence so clear
My Calla-Lily
And sometimes I can be strange
And I know at times it shows
My Calla-Lily
I know it's near
Death for you my dear
But don't worry nor fear
I will see you next year
My Calla-Lily
And I know you will appear
In the springtime my dear
On the hillside in the garden by the pier
My Calla-Lily
