When I am gone away, remember me, O children sweet. No, not because I failed. No, not because I cried. No, not because I tried. No, not because I saw my Lord in you. No, not because I served my Lord in you. No, not because I fulfilled my Lord in you. No, not because I was your Pilot true. No, not because I was your ‘Infinite’ blue. O, but because my life was all gratitude, gratitude, gratitude To you, to you, my children sweet, to you. When I am gone away, remember me.