Grisons – Funeral Service – The hour is coming, the hour is coming when you stand by the grave and lament!

Your funeral orator and  speaker in Grisons: Abbot Reding from the Honora Zen monastery, will guide you through the alternative burial according to your wishes.

Prayer and Meditation

O love, as long as you can love, O love, as long as you can love! The hour is coming, the hour is coming when you stand by the grave and lament! And keep your heart glowing and loving and bearing love. As long as another heart beats warmly towards him with love! Who opens his breast to you, O do him what you can, for his sake! And make him happy every hour, and don't make him a dull hour! Be careful with your tongue, soon a bad word will be said!

Oh god, it wasn't meant badly. But the other goes and complains. O love, as long as you can love! O love, as long as you like to love! The hour is coming, the hour is coming when you stand by the grave and lament! Then you kneel down by the crypt and hide your eyes, cloudy and wet, they never see the other again. Into the long, damp churchyard grass.

And you say: O look down on me who is weeping here at your grave! Forgive me for offending you! Oh god, no harm meant! But he neither sees nor hears you, unless you gladly embrace him. The mouth that kissed you often never speaks again: I forgave you long ago!

Funeral Service - Grisons

He did it, forgave you a long time ago, but many hot tears fell over you and your bitter word. But still - he is resting, he has reached his goal! O love, as long as you can love, O love, as long as you can love! The hour is coming, the hour is coming when you stand by the grave and lament! Tulips and daffodils bloomed, they bloomed for you, they bloomed for me, they have withered, they have withered, because today I have to get away from you. The blue and the white lilacs have lost their grace.

It will never bloom for us again, because today I have to get away from you. The red and the white roses, they bloom neither for you nor for me. They must wither unpicked, because today I must be away from you. The asters and mignonette are blooming, what good is it to you, what good is it to me. Another will break them both, because today I have to get away from you. I pick the very last yellow flowers, the marigolds. They bloom on the grave of love, because today I have to get away from you.