The Old Graveyard

Wil you show me the way of true lovers

Through my mind, and over my lungs

And carry my heart through these shadows

In the pregnant night, to our baby dawn.

I'll shut my eyes and then open them wide

And cradle the light with my chest and arms

So that will take care as its father and mother

I'll live on holy day.

And so we'll make the day

We'll make it that way.

Will you carry this torch, grandmother?

Through the trees and over the water.

And show the way to the shadows

Back to your house and how bravery goes

Meanwhile I'll drive this steamroller

In the pitch black dark all over the graves

Of every boy and every king

and every master maker of every man made thing.

All the princes and all the priests

All the soldiers who made history.

And when the sun comes up on those tumbling stones

Will you share an apple with me in the new meadows