When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me
Place no flowers where I lay
Sit in the shade of the cypress tree
And rest your cheek on the grass,
that grows above me
Shed just one tear
Always remember,
Never regret
I shall not see shadows,
I shall not feel pain
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing the song of rain
Wandering through the twilight
The sun does feign
Nor does is rise, or set, it just remains
Growing further with every step gained
Until a single tear drop falls from the sky
Flooding the valley with oceans of hope
For that one day a springs tide
Will make this our last goodbye
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me
Place no flowers where I lay
Sit in the shade of the cypress tree
And rest your cheek on the grass,
that grows above me
Shed just one tear
Always remember,
Never regret
I shall not see shadows,
I shall not feel pain
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing the song of rain
Wandering through the twilight
The sun does feign
Nor does is rise, or set, it just remains
Growing further with every step gained
Until a single tear drop falls from the sky
Flooding the valley with oceans of hope
For that one day a springs tide
Will make this our last goodbye
