cold cold this grave
I would not leave you
here my heart.
better to warm you in my arms
better to kiss your once sweet lips
tasting of honey
sweet wine of my soul.
open open those tired brown eyes
that I might sleep deep within them
hold me close, for I would go with thee
and ride the tides of blackness.
do not be afraid my dear
for if you should leave before me
I will follow, down down to darkness
we shall stand before his gates.
hand in hand we both
till God hears my plea.