In the middle of my mourning, sits joy like a happy child,
In the middle of this death, I must cry with life for a while.

And death is great; we are in his keep, laughing and whole,
When we feel deep in life, he dares weep, deep in our soul.

And you are gone, but you are perfect now,
And you...you like to dress,
You wear dresses that never fade.

In the middle of my mourning, sits joy like a happy child,
In the middle of this death, I must cry with life for a while.

So you are gone, but you are perfect now,
And you...you like to dress,
You wear dresses that never fade,
So you are gone, (mother cried; she said you'd gone away)
Are perfect now, (and now a part of me must do the same)
You like to dress, (I know I must be thankful)
You wear dresses that never fade,
You wear dresses that never fade,
You wear dresses that never fade.