I Wish The Dead Could Talk

I wish the dead could talk Could rise and face the sun Could break the clods that hide Those by death's blows undone I wish the dead could speak When evening closes in And so assuage the hunger To meet lost friend and kin The dark moves in the evening The dark moves in the trees I lie awake, not knowing If death brings pain or ease Oh ghosts, do you remember When we were close as breath? And walked the world together With ne'er a thought of death? I wish the dead could talk Could rise and face the sun Could break the clods that hide Those by daith's blows undone