The Dwelling Of Death I am gone my sweet The pumping of my heart released I shall not read I shall not sing Here the church bells hollow ring Death upon me Do us apart Their are no more vows To keep us together No more laughs To cherish forever But my love Do not stand at the stone of remembrance and sob I am not there I do not sleep Do not stand in the hushing of the wind and weep I am scattered through out your #life My nose, Is the sharp chill nipping at your ears My feet, the walking you on through the years My toes, the simmering of the ripened grain My lungs, flushing and breathing the summer rain My fingers, playing the flute, hear the sound that Mother Nature plays My ears, the turning of night to day My arms, from the change of dusk to dawn My head, thinking of you all day long My chest, under the good morning dew But my heart is right there under the clouds with you