"With a gentle breath of the open wind,
And a trickle of rain upon her grave,
To the future I am blind,
The one I love I could not save.
Light fades in the realms of darkness,
Nothing in my life left to save,
As the moon grows to her fullness,
I hear her voice deep from the grave.

Down to the garden,
Where we used to walk,
The flowers have withered,
Our hearts decay,
All is broken, God, God . . .

But I crave a kiss from her cold clay lips,
My sorrow is deep, I'm kept awake,
When only death can let me sleep,
I linger still in bleeding ache.
I have never had but one true love,
Her fluttering heart I feel under the stone,
Here I sit I cannot sleep my love,
It's hard to be alone."