In the silent grassy hollow
Where echoes find their sleep
A lazy brook is babbling
In a winding dreamy creek
There stands a weeping willow
Next to a stately pine
Way beneath its hanging branches
Sleeps the love I once called mine

The summer sunshine’s always cooler
And the moon glow cast a shade
For I only see the twilight
By the place where she is laid.
Just the wind it whispers secrets
Of promises we once made

Misty raindrops fall like tears
Lamenting all lost and lonely years
The wailing willow branches
Bend low to kiss her lonely grave
Kissing softly the granite headstone
With each gentle passing wave

Forget me not’s catch dewdrops
In blue eyes like a grieving tear
Whilst lilies of the valley watch them
Like a host of angels near

In a high eternal dwelling
Where the days are always light
Where no loss or sadness enters
Where exist no death or night

There in its illuminated glory
We will renew our love divine
Me and the sleeper beneath the willow
In the shade of a stately pine