And angels came for him..
Stars singing from their heaven loft declared that his voice would always be heard,
His mirth, glee, his laughter will resound down through the mountain gaps,
The brilliant sun of the day lead the multitude who called him friend
Autumn in all her beauty prepared a carpet of softness of fallen leaves in all of heaven's colors,
And the moon in full dress of harvest gold, open the doors of heaven and God the maker, welcomed him home.