All that is gold does not glitter,
But not all that glitters is gold,
The old that is strong does not wither,
Yet not all we watch wither is old,
We need darkness to see the stars shining,
From light deepest shadows are cast,
Feeling hope and despair intertwining,
For tomorrow will soon be the past,

I will dance by your coffin my lover,
Will you sing at my graveside tonight?
Not before, nevermore there’s another,
We’ll not die without giving a fight,
Though the morning sun will soon brighten,
It will bleed bitter tears on the dawn,
And the black sky will then start to lighten,
It knows well that the day must go on,

And though summer grows hotter delighting,
Could it be that before snow storms blew?
And the laughter and song is inviting,
Do the dead still remember the tune?
Somehow still, do our lives keep on going,
We’ve a candle to light up the dark,
I think God in his kindness and knowing,
Time and again he will strike up a spark,

JDoyle