Upon the stones the lichen grows For those asleep in earth below And those awake who tears do weep To green the grass with sorrow’s seep To honor love their hearts bestow
The lichen sleeps beneath the snow Through cold and ice of winter woe Awaits the warmth and summer’s creep Upon the stones the lichen grows
In shadow rain or summer glow It hears the words of belle or beau It fears not time or grounds man’s sweep The lichen guards eternal sleep For here in each and every row Upon the stones the lichen grows