And in the end, it all comes to nothing my friend 
 The church bells still will chime 
 Admitting the constant fellowship of time 
 When the moment comes and the moment comes 
 Unannounced to us all I watched my father slip away 
 From the bedside armchair comfort on a summer's day 
 Looking for signs 
 Of something more than wastefulness 
 Unconsciousness...playing skimming stones 
 By the banks of the river...skimming stones 
 The banks of the river...skimming our life's stones
With a coin to pay his ferryman 
 I set him free upon the sea 
 Floating home, floating home 
 A garland on the ocean 
 And tears in our eyes 
 Contemplating everything 
 In the sight of paradise...skimming stones And in the end it makes for everything, my friend
 The morning sun will still arise 
 Welcoming the constant fellowship of time 
 When the moment comes, when the moment comes... 
 Unannounced to us all... Skimming stones