Singing of the passage from death into eternal light, evening primroses alive in the dead of night. Echoing the sky above, evening primroses murmur their prayers into eternity. Like vigil candles lit in prayer for the living: ten evening primroses in the dead of night. If souls thrive like primroses at night..... will we ever have the chance to meet again? The primrose path of life! Is there a cedar grove of understanding as it curves into eternity? Chant how in death every soul finds the light, you sickly evening primroses now flowering so bright.