In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember Debra Joan.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember Debra Joan.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember Debra Joan.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember Debra Joan.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember Debra Joan.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember Debra Joan.
When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember Debra Joan.
When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember Debra Joan.
When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember Debra Joan.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now a part of us, as we remember Debra Joan.