I stand by your grave and weep.

After long days, I can not sleep.

I am caressed by the winds that blow.

I watch the earth be covered in snow.

When winter ends, comes the season of rain

And then sunlight arrives for the ripened grain.

When dusk makes its presence known,

The twinkling stars leave the rising sun alone

And in the morning’s hush,

I still hear your voice, and in a rush

I stand by your grave and cry.

Cause if I don’t, I think I might die.