If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you
I will not ask you why, now
Or how, or what you do

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich earth between us
Shall drink our tears