Entangled in an ivy mass,
Surrounded by the lush long grass,
Some purple flowers show their heads,
Inbetween eternal beds.
On the graves, people weep,
On the people deep in sleep,
People live and people die,
After death it's here they lie.
Trust the dead and do not fear,
Their hearts and souls are always near
They do not live deep underground,
It's inside you that love is found.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Entangled in an ivy mass,
Surrounded by the lush long grass,
Some purple flowers show their heads,
Inbetween eternal beds.
On the graves, people weep,
On the people deep in sleep,
People live and people die,
After death it's here they lie.
Trust the dead and do not fear,
Their hearts and souls are always near
They do not live deep underground,
It's inside you that love is found.