"To Him Who Has Passed Beyond"
I shall think about you in the springtime, when the dewy grass is fresh begun; As the lads and lasses play in meadows, and the pale pink petals greet the sun.
As my hands dig deep into the soft earth 'bout the pathways where your feet have trod, Trim the roses 'neath the bedroom window. Softly cry into the yielding sod.
In the twilight of the gloaming woodlands, or the stands of corn and wheat and hay, In the lazy haze of summer sunshine, then I wonder if you could have stayed.
As the night wind sings her lovely chorus, and the children sleep in beds of down, Tis the time when you are on my mind most, when eternal stars are all around.
I shall think about you in the autumn, when my wanderlust begins to grow. As the days contract and time is scattered, I shall find you in the sunset glow.
When the morning comes in through the shining, with the sun all dreamy in the mists, When the frost has kissed the golden apples, then I see your smile and think on this.
But I think about you most in winter, when the harsh winds blow down through the stars. And the snow is chilled upon the heather, and the sea spray rimes the ocean toss.
When I gaze into the roaring fire, and bethink I see the Cracks of Doom, When forsaking home and hearth and lover, as I kiss the ghost within your room.
I shall think about you in the springtime, when the dewy grass is fresh begun; As the lads and lasses play in meadows, and the pale pink petals greet the sun.
As my hands dig deep into the soft earth 'bout the pathways where your feet have trod, Trim the roses 'neath the bedroom window. Softly cry into the yielding sod.
In the twilight of the gloaming woodlands, or the stands of corn and wheat and hay, In the lazy haze of summer sunshine, then I wonder if you could have stayed.
As the night wind sings her lovely chorus, and the children sleep in beds of down, Tis the time when you are on my mind most, when eternal stars are all around.
I shall think about you in the autumn, when my wanderlust begins to grow. As the days contract and time is scattered, I shall find you in the sunset glow.
When the morning comes in through the shining, with the sun all dreamy in the mists, When the frost has kissed the golden apples, then I see your smile and think on this.
But I think about you most in winter, when the harsh winds blow down through the stars. And the snow is chilled upon the heather, and the sea spray rimes the ocean toss.
When I gaze into the roaring fire, and bethink I see the Cracks of Doom, When forsaking home and hearth and lover, as I kiss the ghost within your room.