Here I lie, my Love, beneath
the sod upon this barren heath.
And in my crypt deep underground,
your forlorn tears my only sound.
But weep not for me, my Angel Love,
for soon your soul, as like the dove,
freed will be from earthly bound
and join me here beneath the ground.
Then, as two lovers hand in hand,
we shall walk this barren land.
And to all about we’ll seem to be
no more than the whisper of the trees.
And at the dying of each day,
as in each other’s arms we lay,
so shall we sleep below this earth
’til the dawn and day’s rebirth.
