Late in the evening, as light fades away, in silence we gather together, searching the
faces of those who are here, for those who have left us forever.
What will I leave, what will I leave, what will I leave behind, when I am gone, oh carry
on, what will I leave behind?
Where are the ones who caught flame in the night, fired up by the heat of devotion?
Measuring their lives by the light of the truth, they burned like a lamp on the ocean.
What will I leave, what will I leave, what will I leave behind, when I am gone, oh carry
on, what will I leave behind?
Who will remember the words of the brave, that lifted us higher and higher?
Who will remember the price that they paid, for life that drew us to the fire?
What will I leave, what will I leave, what will I leave behind, when I am gone, oh carry
on, what will I leave behind?
Hearts of the ones who inherit your lives, will rest in the truth you have spoken.
Memory will echo the trust that you kept, like you it will never be broken.
What will I leave, what will I leave, what will I leave behind, when I am gone, oh carry
on, what will I leave behind?