I'd rather die than to have you around. May trouble come, may trouble go Far across the sea - without you and me. But it's ok, if you want to hold my hand When it gets dark, I'll leave a spark Upon your weary sky for you to rest and find. Everlasting rest. For For that's what you miss in our love I know that's what you miss I'd rather die than say goodbye You will be strong, but not for long Far across the sea, our hands are joined and free In an everlating prayer For those who are lost and lonley My love, that's what we are Everlasting rest Everlating pryer - that's what we need