Funny how I know it's harder, it's harder now.
Young girl in my young girl days, thinking I could live for always.
But like an ocean tide, I'm drawn back inside and I know.
Seasons pass like sand inside a glass and nothing, nothing returns.
Standing with the friends I've made, I'll race them to the grave.
Well who won, won the extra days?
When you take away the years toll on the waters wide, shallow high and low.
In the autumn sky, happy to know I'm going home.
Even with my eyes closed, funny how I know it's finally, has it finally begun?
Come as we go far away
from then oise of the street
walk a path so narrow
to a place where we feel at ease
some think it is haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
there's a stillness here
thankful found
child's pose angelic
a stone lamb at her feet
part the matted overgrowth
to read the carven elegy
some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
there's a stillness here
thankful found
born in New Albion
of Rice family elite
wed to Myron Bilowe
thrice with sons
blessed was she
some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
God's acre is a fenced in
hollow ground
here soon to rise up
Amelia tender and sweet
her last words spoke
all is well
all is peace
some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
God's acre is a fenced in
hollow ground