'An open door, and a patch of sun, where a comrade used to be.
And a little phantom brown-eyed tramp is somewhere
waiting the step of me.
They say there's Heaven beyond the stars and a peace beyond compare,
so tell me, shall a joyous bark and a gladsome tail be there?
With my first strange unfamiliar steps in a wide and far-off land,
dare I know a small cold friendly nose will be reaching for my hand?
I ask no mansions wrought of gold, nor streets of precious stones...
Dear God, build just a little house for me-and Mr. Bones.