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Brother when you weep for me Remember that it was meant to be |
| Lay me down and when you leave Remember I'll be at your sleeve |
| In every dark and choking hall I'll be there as you slowly crawl |
| On every roof in driving snow I'll hold your coat and you will know |
| In cellars hot with searing heat At windows where a gate you meet |
| In closets where young children hide You know I'll be there at your side |
| The house from which I now respond Is overstaffed with hero's gone |
| Men who answered one last bell Did the job and did it well |
| As firemen we understand That death's a card dealt in our hands |
| A card we hope we never play But one we hold there anyway |
| That card is something we ignore As we crawl across a weakened floor |
| For we know that we're the only prayer For anyone that might be there |
| So remember as you wipe your tears The joy I know throughout the years |
| As I did the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through |