One day more with the living,
For one day more with the dead.

And what celestial merchant might
Ease my soul with such barters?
What would not my soul bequeath,
To shake off these mortal coils,
And for but a day,
To visit these weary eyes upon
Ones most loved, most missed, now gone.

For just one long and melancholy day,
Like the many we once spent,
But with this new brilliance,
Come from that vision of night.
Once seen, never forgotten.

No more days with the living,
For one day more with the dead.