Then I watched as you walked the walk and never threw the blame
Strength and dignity with a dash of stubbornness thrown in
You always did things your way, you were a fighter till the end
I marvelled at your appetite for such a petite frame
Your devotion to Jehovah, you lived to serve His name
So goodbye, Mrs. Brown, although I always called you Jean
you had the strength of many, like a mighty river from a stream
I remember how you always treated me so nice
no doubt about it you'll soon be in Paradise
