We loved you, Boney, you were our old man;
we didn’t know that you were going to leave;
we hoped as hard as anybody can;
and all that’s left now is to cry and grieve.

We wish we could have told you our good-byes;
before you had to go so suddenly;
you knew we loved you; you did realize
our love would lift you where you had to be.

And now you’re young again and feeling fine:
Go run and play beneath the Rainbow’s shine.