willyweed

Sweet Death

Far beyond the pine-wood

The grass grows long and deep

 

There in a little garden

Is where I want to sleep

 

Below the great white stars of the hemlock flower

The nightingale sings his song

 

As the cold crystal moon looks down

 He sings it all night long

 

Where the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms

To embrace the sleeper’s fear

 

No yesterdays and no tomorrows

Time is forgotten here

 

Forgiving life to be at peace

Forgetting all my sin

 

Hearing only the silence

And the sighing of the wind

 

Love is always with us

Love is always near

 

Love is stronger than death is

Oh sweet death, I do not fear