Hush where she sleeps, no angel's wing,
Can wake that heart of gold
Or that sweet voice no angel match,
it had a ring untold.
Oh where the ivy clings
And where the tree unfolds,
It's leafy bower in the spring
Her legend shall be told.
Oh brave sweet heart so sure so true
You took a piece of us with you,
Your deed is done, your song is sung
Wiat, till we join you one by one.
My thoughts will often turn to you,
As days and weeks go by,
My eyes will see the empty space!
A star gone from my sky.
Were I a bird on painted wing,
I'd fly to where you've gone
I'd hold your hand and talk to you,
just as I should have done.
1994
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
made me cry. What can I say. You brought all my griefs flooding back fast tailed by memories of gold thankyou x