Bring snowy lady with the laughing, spread
your sailing angels over me
Tell a tale of old sinfuls, look for you to change
their face
Do not cry, for all your leaden tears
graced a lorded man whose gift was all too free
He came to fall upon a faithless smile
Leaning eyes towards the clay
And on my stone there where the flowers lie
Sleep the growing years of my dusty day
Gone the time of a heathen child to the godly
grounds to play
Weep the women on a watery leaf
Caught in browning robe all my silent breath
I come to rise upon the Heaven Heath
With a timeless child to pay
Forget the garden on my graceless youth
Glimpse the wilting rose in my faded eye
Slip the shade from my shoulder for a
cobwebbed lake to catch
Bleed your soul for my silvered fate
Take the ageing cross to bury days gone by
Receive my own into your Heaven Heath
Towards my waiting bed to lie