O'er the Grave of the One I Love

In this place of the departed
they come and call, the broken hearted
longing for all that has passed
Easing with the growing grass


Oh Ancient Willow must you weep
and such a lonely vigil keep
O'er the grave of the one I love?


Monumental flowers, grass
nothing in this world was meant to last
Eroding away, growing, dying
Hear the trees, hear their sighing


Oh Ancient Willow how can you keep
all sense of form, yet weep
O'er the grave of the one I love?


A meadow lark singing prettily
A sunny day your eulegy
I will dream of you and continue on
Remembering you with every dawn


Oh Ancient Willow do you still weep
in place of one who has moved on?

Yet know that within my heart I keep
Watch o'er the memory of the one I love

The snow has settled on your face
with bared hand i disturb your place
And wipe away the cold white mark
That covered your name, that covered my heart

Oh Ancient Willow weep anew
you who have been faithful and true
Watching o'er the grave of the one I love



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