When your soul grow old of sadness,
And slow hours turn too miserable to bear
Lay by my grave, and listen to restless spirit stirring in your womb.
When memories are dim, filled with emptiness
And dawn is still far off my dear
Keep me company by the grave; burn incense on the tomb.
When your sleep is bitter; dreams full with dizziness
And longer not feel my presence in your dashing tears
With mead, gin or beers come to my grave torn with war bomb.
When the child, to a widow, is born in cold darkness
And we together come by the grave to make toast with a cheer
Remember, the grass was green when we loved till morn.