The wind is sharp tonight, my love, It cuts straight through my skin. I walk the path to where you rest, Still hoping youāll let me in. Cold groundā¦ cold groundā¦ Still I come to find youā¦ Iāve done all that a heart can do, Though grief has worn me thin. I sit beside your quiet stone And wait for you again. I stayā¦ I stayā¦ By your fading shadowā¦ Speak to me, love, from the quiet dark, From the place where your soft voice sleeps. If my vigil keeps you from your rest, Still I beg for a word from the deep. One wordā¦ one breathā¦ From the clay-cold silenceā¦ A trembling voice rose from below, A whisper through the stone: āWho sits upon my grave tonight And will not leave me alone?ā Who callsā¦ who callsā¦ From the hollow darknessā¦ āItās me, your love, who waits for you, Who cannot turn away. I crave one kiss from your pale lipsā Just one, before I fade.ā One kissā¦ one kissā¦ From your clay-cold memoryā¦ Speak to me, love, from the quiet dark, From the place where your soft voice sleeps. If my vigil keeps you from your rest, Still I beg for a word from the deep. One wordā¦ one breathā¦ From the clay-cold silenceā¦ āMy breath is earth, my lips are dust, My kiss would steal your days. If you touched the cold that binds me now, Youād soon be swept away.ā Stay backā¦ stay safeā¦ Let the living lingerā¦ Yet still I vow, though time be short, Though dawn may take me soonā Iāll kiss your lips of clay, my love, And follow you into the gloom.
