Lullaby For The Dead

Like the sun, quenched its first morning
and the moon lost to the sea,
like the chill, lost unto the morning,
so you my love are lost to me!

I can hear now the pipers calling
on that far distant shore;
and my tears now like leaves are falling
and I will see your face no more!

You are sleeping, you are sleeping,
Oh no sleep or peace can comfort me;
I am weeping, oh I am weeping,
tonight I will sleep and sleep with thee.