The birds in flight, the leaves are brown
And under the tree, I lay me down

The heavens are magnificent today
I can see the angels from where I lay

Why!  There's St. Peter waiting at the gate
Probably heard I was coming, mustn't keep him late

Oh!   Just one minute before we depart
Just one last look before we start

I look so peaceful under that tree
But why be I here, I cannot see?

Joseph Vosbikian