This is a Neil Diamond song which I particularly like for its melancholy words.
If I could choose a song for my own funeral or memorial service, this would be the one.
Dry your eyes,
Take your song out,
It’s a new born afternoon.
And if you can’t recall the singer,
You can still recall the tune.
Dry your eyes and play it slowly,
Like you’re marching off to war.
Sing it like you know he’d want it,
Like we sang it once before.
And from the centre of the circle,
To the midst of the waiting crowd.
If it ever be forgotten,
Sing it long and sing it loud.
And God has taught us more about giving
Than we ever cared to know.
But we came to find the secret
And we never let it go.
Oh, it was more than being holy.
Yes, it was less than being free.
But if you can’t recall the reason,
Can you just hear the people sing?
Right through the lightning and the thunder
To the dark side of the moon.
To that distant falling angel
That discovered much too soon.
Come, dry your eyes.