I woke up to a world of white,
To my eyes, it was a sight.
And There on the ground was beautiful white snow
When then I heard a beautiful bird show.
And I was at peace with myself.

The snow was welcomed by a recent death,
Which brought nature to a rest,
And all the birds around were sober,
Because their beautiful friends life was over.
But twas the death of this old friend
that brought the white world back again.
For it was said no snow will be found,
Yet his death brought snow to the ground.
And I was at peace with myself.

The day of his death was cold and grey,
Nothing spoke on that sombre day.
But a little feeling aroused my heart, so strange,
That something was going to happen,
 something was going to change,
For some strange reason, I do not know,
I was not sad, no sorrow did I show.
For his death more so comforted me,
I did not saddened me,
His sweet soul was free,
And I was at peace with myself you see.

Oh this beautiful soul twas set free,
To Travel the earth and sail the seas,
Eternal life will he meet,
Never to face any defeat.
Happy always he will be,
To see the God that did make he,
And some day long from now again we'll meet,
But right now's not the time for me,
And surely I say, I am at peace with myself.