Earthshine
 (Earth shine)
 
 
 Heard you the sound ... the sound of the muffled drum 
 And all the trumpets mournful blast 
 They tell that the time ... that the combatant's time has come 
 to all his dreams of glory past 
 
 Sealed till the last ... the last deep trumpet shake, 
 The earth with all its awful sound 
 Then shall the dead ... the dead arousing, wake, 
 While even nature sinks around! 
 
 The mother weeps ... she weeps her beloved son, 
 Who was her hope her joy her pride 
 He was the one ... the widows only one 
 For him she surely would have died 
 
 Her pilgrimage is nearly past, 
 her every earthly woe, 
 like the ancient tree that falls at last 
 when wintry tempests blow 
 
 What marvel that she wildly cries 
 For the grave its prey to yield? 
 oh what avail are tears or sighs 
 his earthly doom is seald. 
 
 Don't grieve for me 
 I'm not there 
 I am the gentle autumn rain 
 Hold up my lamp to light your way 
 farewell to thee
 
 
 *BY MR.SERPENT *