Sing to them beyond the stars 
That I remember shadows of their smiles 
And long to see their light again 

But leave me here another hour 
To feel the summer sun 
And hear a sparrow in the eves. 

If you could come with me to see 
Black dirt, made mud with tears 
Washed away by rain, clear drops 
From children's faces, old women's 
Hands knotted, folded on their laps in Church, 
And spray from crashing breakers in the sea -- 
You would weep with me, and linger for a while 
To feel the soil beneath your feet. 

Leave me now, and tell them I will come 
When autumn dries the hills 
And I have seen the seasons by.