A Final Dance

The soil is cold beneath my hands

I watch the shadows paint the lands

I lay you down where wildflowers grow

And let the quiet water flow

Sleep now my dearest friend Where the heavy branches bend

The sky will hold your weary name

And I will keep our sacred flame

The wind is carrying a sigh

A final dance across the sky

I walk back down the lonely hill

But your gentle peace remains here

still

Sleep now my dearest friend

Where the heavy branches bend

The sky will hold your weary name

And I will keep our sacred flame