Sweet death
Out beyond the pine-woods
The grass grows lush and deep
There in the little meadow
Is where I long to sleep
Below the great white stars of hemlock flower’s
As the nightingale sings his song
And the cold crystal moon looks down
He sings it all night long
The yew-tree spreads out its giant arms
To embrace the sleeper’s fear
No yesterdays or tomorrows
Time is forgotten here
Forgiving life to be at peace
Forgetting all our sin
Hearing only the sound of silence
And the sighing of the wind
Forever Love is with us
Forever love is near
Love is coming with us
Oh sweet death we shall not fear