Out of this world, we’re on our way
Out of this world, we’re on our way:
Our greetings to those who will stay.
We send all our greetings to those
Who give us their blessings and pray.
Under Death’s weight, our backs gave way;
Now our tongues have nothing to say.
We send greetings to those who’ve asked
About us as, near death, we lay.
Fateful Death takes our lives away:
None can escape, none goes astray.
We send greetings to those who’ve asked
About us as, near death, we lay.
Listen: Mystic Yunus says so.
His eyes are filled with tears of woe.
Those who don’t know cannot know us;
We send greetings to those who know.