Out beyond the
pine-woods
The grass grows lush
and deep
There in the little
meadow
Is where I long to
sleep
Below the great
white stars of hemlock flower’s
As the nightingale
sings his song
And the cold crystal
moon looks down
He sings it all
night long
The yew-tree spreads
out its giant arms
To embrace the
sleeper’s fear
No yesterdays or
tomorrows
Time is forgotten
here
Forgiving life to be
at peace
Forgetting
all our sin
Hearing only the
sound of silence
And the sighing of
the wind
Forever Love is with
us
Forever love is near
Love is coming with
us
Oh sweet death we
shall not fear
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