pretty soon you ll be able to remember her lying in the garden singing right where she ll always be the door is always open this is the place that i loved her and these are the friends that she had long may the mountain ring to the sound of her laughter and she goes on and on in her soft wind i will whisper in her warm sun i will glisten till we see her once again in a world without end we owe it all to frank sinatra the song was playing as she walked into the room after the long weekend they were a lifetime together appearing in the eyes of children in the clear blue mountain view the colouring in the sky and painting ladders to heaven and she goes on and on in her soft wind i will whisper in her warm sun i will glisten till we see her once again in a world without end in her soft wind i will whisper in her warm sun i will glisten and i always will remember in a world without end 