Attend to the quiet dirge It's the descant of life With mourner I weep The grief is plucking on the chords of his soul... As a tear is sailing on his pale skin Through downcast eyes The wells of water overflow This cry a constant harmony Oh god hear the verse of sorrow Still the tones of the bleak Solemn play in his ears forever More cry turns to quiet dirge All that's remaining Is a downhearted silence Earth to a repository Of mourners turn But the verse (of sorrow) Still carries on