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