There is a light that hits the gloom around
Shows the footprints round this grave
Dried up roses scattered on the mound
Honouring the one engraved
Will ever the morning
Carry away
The souls of those for whom we cry
Leaving, grieving
Seeking, meeting
Binding, unwinding
Sighing "You"
Black procession through the narrow aisles
Another's gone for all to see
Near the site for one who lost his trials
Sleeping neath the ground is me
Still day beneath the sun
Asking you who is the one
And when the day is late
We know who must forever wait
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