Do my bones grow old and then fade away
Rotting in the ground in an endless decay...

Let us now part
from flesh and bone...

With each drop brings a splash
The gentle breeze strokes my face...

As the wind caught her hair
And the sun meet her eyes...

Love be cruel and fall of hate
No desire for peace and so be fate...

Misty eyes of hazel blue
Endless clouds passing through...

Men can have fears
Men can shed tears...

Not once have i heard this tune before
That would steal your heart and leave you starved...

The smell of death hung in the air
Tightening the throats of men in fear...

A tune plays out a mellowed rhyme
Sounding silence and slowing time...

A blanket of lies rest upon his face
A cloth of silk so soft and smooth...

Don't not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep...