The Graveside

The Graveside

The wind blows across the land
A cold graveside, so empty, bare
So lost in time, no flowers fair
Death reaching out a bony hand

Waves breaking on the nearby sand
Bones on the shore in sunset glare
The wind blows across the land
A cold graveside, empty, bare

High on the hillsides, dolmens stand
A place to mourn, a place for prayer
Comes the rain, like weeping tear
My staff in hand, now here I stand
The wind blows across the land