When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree. Be the green grass above me, With showers and dewdrops wet. And if thou wilt, wish on our evening star, When the sun has set. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale, Sing out, as if in pain. And dreaming through the twilight That does not rise or fall, I’ll be reminded of those twin stars that saw us give our all. This love to all worlds can be shown, As I remember your eyes, As mirrors of your soul, When the sun did rise. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain. I shall not hear the nightingale, Sing on, as if in pain. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain. I shall not hear the nightingale, Sing out, as if in pain. Sing on, as if in pain.
