Walk On, My Friend
Style: New Orleans Jazz Funeral Requiem • Slow Dirge Opening (66 BPM) Rising Into a Second Line Celebration • Deep Tuba • Mournful Trombone • Muted Trumpet • Snare Drum Cadence • Gospel Choir • Rich Baritone Solo • Congregational Responses
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Walk On, My Friend
Style: New Orleans Jazz Funeral Requiem • Slow Dirge Opening (66 BPM) Rising Into a Second Line Celebration • Deep Tuba • Mournful Trombone • Muted Trumpet • Snare Drum Cadence • Gospel Choir • Rich Baritone Solo • Congregational Responses
Creator: rkaiser851Release Date: June 6, 2026
Lyrics
Walk On, My Friend
Slow now…
Slow as the river beneath a gray sky.
The drum speaks first.
One step.
Then another.
The horn bows its head.
And heaven leans down to listen.
Verse 1
We gather where the old roads meet,
With tears upon the stones.
The brass band plays a mourning hymn,
As we bring our brother home.
Not a king of wealth or power,
Not a man who sought applause.
Just the kind of soul this world needs most,
A man who loved because he could.
Choir
Walk on, my friend,
Walk on ahead.
The Father’s house
Has made your bed.
Walk on, my friend,
Do not fear.
The ones you love
Will meet you there.
Verse 2
Salt of the earth,
Steady as rain.
The kind of friend
Who carried pain.
A helping hand,
A laughing line.
A better heart
You’ll never find.
When darkness came,
You brought the light.
When sorrow called,
You stayed and fought.
And somehow every room you entered
Left a little brighter than before.
Refrain
Oh Lord…
Receive your servant.
Oh Lord…
Receive your son.
Choir and Congregation
Hallelujah…
Hallelujah…
Hallelujah…
Second Line Begins
Now lift the horn!
Let the trumpet sing!
Let the tuba roll like thunder down the street!
For love does not die.
Friendship does not die.
A good man’s laughter does not die.
Verse 3
I can almost hear him laughing now,
Some joke we’d all pretend to hate.
With that grin that said,
“Life’s too short, boys—
Don’t waste a minute of it.”
And the band plays louder.
And the people smile through tears.
Because grief may walk beside us—
But gratitude walks too.
Choir
Saints go marching,
One by one.
Another faithful traveler
Has reached the sun.
Saints go marching,
Make him room.
For heaven just got brighter
When my friend entered the room.
Final Exultation
No more sorrow.
No more pain.
No more burden.
No more rain.
Only mercy.
Only light.
Only morning without night.
Amen
Walk on, my friend.
Walk on ahead.
We’ll carry your stories.
We’ll tell your jokes.
We’ll speak your name.
And when our own road reaches heaven’s gate,
May we hear your laughter first.
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
Slow now…
Slow as the river beneath a gray sky.
The drum speaks first.
One step.
Then another.
The horn bows its head.
And heaven leans down to listen.
Verse 1
We gather where the old roads meet,
With tears upon the stones.
The brass band plays a mourning hymn,
As we bring our brother home.
Not a king of wealth or power,
Not a man who sought applause.
Just the kind of soul this world needs most,
A man who loved because he could.
Choir
Walk on, my friend,
Walk on ahead.
The Father’s house
Has made your bed.
Walk on, my friend,
Do not fear.
The ones you love
Will meet you there.
Verse 2
Salt of the earth,
Steady as rain.
The kind of friend
Who carried pain.
A helping hand,
A laughing line.
A better heart
You’ll never find.
When darkness came,
You brought the light.
When sorrow called,
You stayed and fought.
And somehow every room you entered
Left a little brighter than before.
Refrain
Oh Lord…
Receive your servant.
Oh Lord…
Receive your son.
Choir and Congregation
Hallelujah…
Hallelujah…
Hallelujah…
Second Line Begins
Now lift the horn!
Let the trumpet sing!
Let the tuba roll like thunder down the street!
For love does not die.
Friendship does not die.
A good man’s laughter does not die.
Verse 3
I can almost hear him laughing now,
Some joke we’d all pretend to hate.
With that grin that said,
“Life’s too short, boys—
Don’t waste a minute of it.”
And the band plays louder.
And the people smile through tears.
Because grief may walk beside us—
But gratitude walks too.
Choir
Saints go marching,
One by one.
Another faithful traveler
Has reached the sun.
Saints go marching,
Make him room.
For heaven just got brighter
When my friend entered the room.
Final Exultation
No more sorrow.
No more pain.
No more burden.
No more rain.
Only mercy.
Only light.
Only morning without night.
Amen
Walk on, my friend.
Walk on ahead.
We’ll carry your stories.
We’ll tell your jokes.
We’ll speak your name.
And when our own road reaches heaven’s gate,
May we hear your laughter first.
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.