Where is the man and his horse that were standing on that distant hill?
I thought I could sometimes see them both standing there still.
Where is the man who lived for the laughter and joy he brought?
I thought I could see him joking around, those smiles still sought.
Where is the man playing on the grass under a warm autumns' sun?
I thought I could hear the laughter of the children although winters' come.
Where is the man singing the plaintive song that touches the soul?
I thought I could hear him as the flag was raised to half-mast on a pole.
Where is the breath of the man who faced fear across an embattled dawn?
I thought he was still breathing although we had gathered to mourn.
Leaves rustle as a once warm wind blows cold.
I thought I could sometimes see them both standing there still.
Where is the man who lived for the laughter and joy he brought?
I thought I could see him joking around, those smiles still sought.
Where is the man playing on the grass under a warm autumns' sun?
I thought I could hear the laughter of the children although winters' come.
Where is the man singing the plaintive song that touches the soul?
I thought I could hear him as the flag was raised to half-mast on a pole.
Where is the breath of the man who faced fear across an embattled dawn?
I thought he was still breathing although we had gathered to mourn.
Leaves rustle as a once warm wind blows cold.
