Flowers in the spirit house are borrowed,
the life that has been given us is lent;
we haven’t got a promise of tomorrow,
so gather blossoms ‘ere your time is spent.
The life that has been given us is lended,
like butterflies that live at once to die;
so gather blossoms ‘ere your time is ended,
their colors fall like rain across the sky.
Like butterflies that live for but a fortnight,
our spirits leave the earth uncommon fast;
their colors fall like rainbows shining so bright,
rejoice and gather flowers while they last.
Our spirits leave the earth returning homeward,
flowers in the spirit house are light;
rejoice and gather flowers leaning sunward–
we haven’t got a promise of tonight.