Lying there atop 'yon hill
Souls lost to all but me
They laugh, dance
Jig and prance
Yes, they do even sing
Waiting there 'neath the ground
Friends to none but me
Small stones, name plaques
Un-earth gowns of flax
To wear to the feast with me
Sleeping there beyond such tree
Relaxes a person, I
Merrily list'ning
To dead melodies
Underneath a starry night sky |