I will find new pathways
for my feet they must surely go
out of this weeden graveyard
tangled with tripping row.
Dated and carvéd names
dead in abundance set
I must run now away
before I also am met.
The sun it flees before me
taking its hopeful light
I am left here with darkness
a soul in the blacken night.
Now I am crawling blindly
searching for a safe warm spot
the wind it howls all around me
and kindles my mem'ry wrought.
I was once in a garden
full of delightful smells
there was life in abundance
none of these piercing wails.
Why did I go from my garden?
why is it that I left my home?
Who are you to ask questions?
I think it is you who should know.
