A Garland Of Flowers

A garland of flowers I carried for you, To place on the grave where you always shall lie, There under the shade of that old twisted yew, So peaceful and calm and I try not to cry. I look at the headstone that's so hard to read, The letters have faded and been worn away, Yet I do remember they're etched in my heart, And I could recite every word it does say. I stay and I talk of the time that has passed, Of things that have happened and things I have done, I feel you are with me the touch of your hand, Caresses my soul like the warmth of the sun. I blow you a kiss now and bid you farewell, Yet I will return on the same day next year, Again I will carry a garland of flowers, I'll never forget you my love and my dear.