Tell me Mom, is it true?

Tell me, Mom, is it the truth,
A day will come when you will die?
I'd be with you forever, forsooth,
But death, you cannot pass it by.

I'll be an angel in the sky,
That guards your peace with gentle hand,
And maybe, when a century goes by,
We'll meet again in promised land.

But for now, there's no need to grieve,
We're together, you and I, this hour.
Yes...I'll leave...but not soon, believe,
To another world, without haste or power.