Für C. - Requiescat in pace

Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.

Oh, where are our dear fathers,
Oh, where are our dear fathers.
They are down in the valley praying,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.

Oh where are our dear mothers,
Oh where are our dear mothers.
They have gone to heaven shouting,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.