The moonlight shone through the tree

through the window on to me

I fell to sleep a dreaming sigh

side by side my brother and I

casting line, hook and bait

on the river with my good mate

In the morning he was gone

yet I remain to soldier on

to live my life without my brother

to comfort and hold and love our mother

It was a sad, sad day when we lowered him down

as the piper played his dirge we gathered around

the haunting sound of the pipers lament

wailed the screaming pain of our loved ones descent

our tear streamed faces watered the earth

where we laid his coffin, his name and date of birth

How does a son depart before his mother?

How could I replace a dear departed brother?