Let the soil be your soft pillow The grassy blankets keep you warm Let the leafy branches cool you And the blue sky keeps you from all harm Let the wind keep fresh your memory Let it blow across the land Let the rain refresh your spirit Let the damp earth hold your hand
 
Memory is somtimes perfect Sometimes clearer than the light You can wade and wallow through it In the hollows of the night
 
And I can see your white and pale faces Pale ghosts flitting through empty streets There are Christs here of another faith And no Christ will be beneath them
 
Now the evening sun is racing on Lying flat on wintry fields It carries on its restless wind The sounds of fifty churchbells peeling
 
And all the bells you ever heard Are ringing out for what you´ve done Like all the dreams in all the world You´re shining reckless like the sun
 
And in the moment of your weakness In the centre of that storm You understood it takes the same time For man to die as to be born Someday, maybe When it gets them down They will understand your bodies have pulled them up As they went down
 
And all the hope in all the worldwas weightinmg down on top of you
 
So come on Show me what to do I´ll follow you Down this road And try to learn from you This may not mean a lot to you It means a lot to me
 
Your breath will still be breathing softly
 
In the nightime filled with stars Drifting like a dream in sleep Softly beating in your heart
 
This may not mean a lot to you It means a lot to me.