Stuart
It's a cold grey morning
Mist fills the air
And sorrow fills the hearts
Of people everywhere
He's lying helpless
Hid from our view
While we just stand here
Don't know what to do 
It's a cold grey morning
Death he has found
And people bow their heads
Their hopes dashed to the ground
He's gone for ever
Gone from this place
While I just stand here
Tears on my face 
Too late now for pious words
Empty phrases praising the man
For all our prayers and tears
Won't bring him back again 
It's a cold grey morning
Mist fills the air
And sorrow fills the hearts
Of people everywhere
When the silver airplane
Lifts him to the sky
We all lift our faces
For a last goodbye