Dec 2016
The days grow shorter
The nights grow colder
The clouds grow dreary
As you sit amongst the graves
Sing to the sleeping
For amongst the dead you are weeping
A melody for the fallen
To their forgotten souls you are calling
A lullaby to the little one
Showing them one last rising sun
The days grow shorter
The nights grow colder
The clouds grow dreary
As you sit amongst the graves
The nights grow colder
The clouds grow dreary
As you sit amongst the graves
Sing to the sleeping
For amongst the dead you are weeping
A melody for the fallen
To their forgotten souls you are calling
A lullaby to the little one
Showing them one last rising sun
The days grow shorter
The nights grow colder
The clouds grow dreary
As you sit amongst the graves
