COME HOME, O GENTLE SOUL

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.