How I loved you, how I could not forget
the day you helped me escape death,
when thy father wished for my death
and forever were you there for me;
dear friend, must we part, must our tears fall?
We were the envy of the world,
yet the two most true friends to each other;
how agonizing it is that I must never see you again,
as I ran up the mountain into hiding--
as I ran from thy father's soldiers,
and my Sovereign Lord had to hide me;
then soon you were ordered to war,
for nations had fallen into rebellion--
on the battlefield you were slain.
My best friend! My best friend!
Forever dead yet forever remembered on earth,
the blood of the innocent shed,
all for the upholding of justice;
o' what foolish nations,
how could you rob me of my best friend,
my best friend that I loved,
and knew better than most;
o' what woe and anguish befell this day,
upon hearing the news of my friend's death;
how high men have fallen,
how they glorify war for their purposes!
You were better than a brother to me!
Yet you are now dead.