While Mother keepest watch while and weepest 'till memories crowd.
And Father mourneth absence he burneth grief will cry aloud.
And no-one lives the spores have landed there is no bright side.
Silence is golden even my spirit sleeps in my open hands.
Wettened every flap of England's flag proclaimed that all around are free and millions earthly joy remains. Fiery sparks, the eye of breaking hearts, producing to the mind in every shape and kind. Produce the mind.
Had no idea, no-one did, make it quick, and I don't want to hurt, she is my witness. One more stab and its back to the shop or leave as things are.
Vain deceit of grief, show of unbelief, hope to blind and brief.
Hide my beloved, death is passed, again no more to me.