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