Step softly, here’s the girl,

  Beneath the ground,

Words quiet, she can hear

  Your heart pound.

Every lock of light hair,

  Gone to decay,

She that once breathed the air

  Coloured with grey.

With lilies in her heart,

  And childish grace

Far from adulthood’s art,

  Sweet was her pace.

Casket wall, graveyard’s shelf,

  Cover her eyes

I must remind myself,

  Peaceful she lies.

Calm, calm, she escaped from,

  Voices and song,

Up to here my life’s come,

   Cover this wrong.