Pretty soon you'll be able to remember her. Lying in the garden singing. Right where she'll always be. The door is always open. This is the place that I loved her. And these are the friends that she had. Long may the mountain ring. To the sound of her laughter. And she goes on and on. In her soft wind I will whisper. In her warm sun I will glisten. 'Till we see her once again. In a world without end. We owe it all to Frank Sinatra. The song was playing a she walked into the room. After the long weekend. They were a lifetime together. Appearing in the eyes of children. In the clear blue mountain view. The colouring in the sky. And painting ladders to heaven. And she goes on. In her soft wind I will whisper. In her warm sun I will glisten. 'Till we see her once again. In a world without end. In her soft wind I will whisper. In her warm sun I will glisten. And I always will remember. In a world without end. She goes on. She goes on. She goes on.