Lemonheads (The)
Burying Ground
Down the road, around the hillPast the dust and railroad tracksWhere the dark woods whisperShe is goneWhere the water runs unseenFaded leaves are rustlingThe deadfall snappingShe is goneA carpet of pine needles spreads to the burying groundPetals scatter, seasons changeShe is dust, she is no moreOnly the ground remembersShe is dust, she is no more"This is the Hour of Lead --Remembered, if outlived,As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow --First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go"
From Letras Mania