Death knocks just once upon your midnight door
and then, before you know it, you're no more!
That master of your fate just waves his hand
And off you go to never-never land.
Let no one doubt its swift and sudden sting.
It strikes you as a very final thing.
The time of day means nothing when it comes
And chooses not 'tween high-born, rich or bums.
But fear thee not death's first and frightening sting
For death is not the end to everything
Death is just a window or a door
That opens up the way to so much more.