I Am A Gravestone
I am a gravestone,
Rising straight from the ground
While the trees above me moan,
I, not making a sound.
I am a gravestone,
Sad and Forelorn,
My prescence never being known,
Among the monay other stones, old and worn.
I am a gravestone,
Proud and true,
My land on loan,
To a soldier gone and slewn.
I am a gravestone,
Yearning for the day,
When I can see the sea foam,
Again from which I came.
Rising straight from the ground
While the trees above me moan,
I, not making a sound.
I am a gravestone,
Sad and Forelorn,
My prescence never being known,
Among the monay other stones, old and worn.
I am a gravestone,
Proud and true,
My land on loan,
To a soldier gone and slewn.
I am a gravestone,
Yearning for the day,
When I can see the sea foam,
Again from which I came.