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We shall meet, but we shall miss himThere will be one vacant chairWe shall linger to caress himWhile we breathe our evening prayer.When a year ago we gatheredJoy was in his mild blue eyes,But a golden chord is severedAnd our hopes in ruin lie.We shall meet, but we shall miss himThere will be one vacant chairWe shall linger to caress himWhile we breathe our evening prayer.At our fireside, sad and lonely,Often will the bosom swell,At remembrance of the storyHow our noble Willie fell;How he strove to bear our bannerThrough the thickest of the fight,And uphold our country's honorIn the strength of manhood's light.We shall meet, but we shall miss himSongtexteThere will be one vacant chairWe shall linger to caress himWhile we breathe our evening prayer.True, they tell us wreaths of gloryEver more will deck his brow,But this soothes the anguish onlySweeping o'er our heartstrings now.Sleep today, Oh early fallen,In thy green and narrow bed,Dirges from the pine and cypress,Mingle with the tears we shed.We shall meet, but we shall miss himThere will be one vacant chairWe shall linger to caress himWhile we breathe our evening prayer. Aus Songtexte Mania