Don’t Uphold My Grave and you may Cry
While alone and you can ill in mind Check out the friends we know, And you may bury your sorrows into the carrying out a great deeds. Skip myself, however, let me wade.
Don’t sit at my grave and you may cry, I am not saying there, Really don't sleep. I'm inside the a lot of wind gusts one to blow, I am the fresh softly falling snow. I'm the fresh new soft shower enclosures off precipitation, I'm the brand new fields of ripening grain. I'm in the morning hush, I'm regarding the elegant hurry Regarding gorgeous wild birds in the circling flight, I am the fresh new starshine of your night.