(Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,)
In the whims of fate I do now trust,
(To the arms of the earth we bestow thee,)
Look to the shadow; that's where I'll be,
(Your path is walked, we bid thee rest,)
By the ending kiss I am now blessed.
Bury me where I may rise,
With the moon when the sun dies,
I'll be there with the wind chills,
That whisper over midnight hills.
I'm there with every missing thought,
With every love that ends in nought,
I'm there when you forget a name;
Return a memory whence it came.
Much as I may wish to I,
May not end, I cannot die.
