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"

Still day beneath the sun

Asking you who is the one
And when the day is late
We know who must forever wait


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