From those vine grew love,light and happiness,
And in those thorns was blood, flesh and death,
Deeply intwined between flesh and soul,
In its leaves where we are born,
As in its root the dying of the light,
As darkness come to all living things,
Yet from the ash the dying of the night,
As cycles through the twining vine,
Creates the circle and the eye of the devine.

Away away,
Shes gone away,
No more days for us to sit and play,
Away away,
They've gone away,
Lost are the days we sat on the porch,
We watched the rain come to wash us out,
But away away,
The rain blew away and the sun began to shine,
And all those deep puddles are a memory now,
There are left and lost behind,
Away away,
Oh please wont you stay its sad that everything has to go away,
Today today,
Ill keep today in a jar by the window where my memory's lay,
Your face your face ,
Ill keep in its place deep in my heart where it always will stay.

There is a man that lives in me,
He's one that few can see,
He's stronger than i ever was or ever dreamed to be,
The one that took the right path,
The one who is found for i am lost,
I dreamed of you,
I dreamt that all i was ,
Was just a part of you,
Someday i will die in the fading summer light,
The dreams will be everything,
As i go into that gentle sweet goodnight,
And in my heart ill always know that it will be alright.

Do you see what i see ,
The moon is on the hill,
The evening cries a melody,
The whipper will the chorus,
The symphony that sings to me of old forgotten fears,
And to my eyes it brings gentle flowing tears,
A goodnight dream a fantasy,
A lost reality ,
The days go by filled with time,
The seasons change yet i remain the same as ever was,
Through aged eyes the season fly through summer autumn spring,
And in the end the winter has become a part of me,
As i lay chilled up on the hill where i lay in peace,
Don't weep for me for you see ill live in memory.

Inside time,cold broken love.
Memory knows my face these days.
The ****** years are passing like leaves on the wind.
Today my hearts spring,gentle dream.
Tomorrow feel the light and hope they stay.
The evening circle has fallen.
Whispered poison of fading joy.
Sweet past things gently dying,
I return there where she was buried,
Lay the Lilly on the grave ,
Then turn and walk away.

I saw your face,
From the corner of my eye.
I turned to look ,
But you where not  there.
I had almost forgotten that it had been years,
But For a moment i felt you so near.
I went to see your grave that day,
I miss you buddy,
And I'm still sad you passed away.

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.