When we wear the gloves, a brother has gone from our midst and sailed to golden shores.
When we wear the gloves, a friend
has passed the final test and walks through purple doors. The circle has
an empty place, a voice will raise no more, the song of fellowship and
love, Uplift forevermore, when we wear the gloves.
When we wear the gloves, a light
goes from this earthly life, the visor closed again, yet all the heavens
open wide to let a new star in. When we wear the gloves, a brother
leaves the chapter rolls and moves to other worlds
For when we say our last goodbye, he walks on streets of Pearl.
