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.



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