Four years have flown by,
that we saw eye to eye
suns have scorched, rains have fallen
but nothing proved of your presence in the garden.
days have come, nights have gone
but heaven could only see my tears run.
O gentle soul, where is thy face?
that we may pray again for God\'s grace
Life as of your days were quite good
days were just as joyful as they should
and the night was your warring hour
against the cold might of lucifer;
but the reaper has denied you your bed
and you are now seated with the dead.
O divine spirit, sustain me on thy toes
that I may awake Ajao from his long and cold repose
Grant to him the air of life
that he may remember this world of strife
make him rise in his former being
on a bright morn when songbirds sing
come home, dear gran
your grandchild is reminiscing how it began.
O divine bird, maintain me on thy wings
that I may awake my gra
n from this eternal bearing.