The souls who love you are the glorious ones,
They shine so bright,
Along the dark horizon like little,
Burning suns,
Their love and their humility,
On the edge of all infinity,
Anoints their faces with,
A thousand radiant smiles.

The birds were singing to the dawn,
The garden stirred awake,
The women bearing holy myrrh,
Were mourning at the grave,
So many years have passed us by,
In golden sunset shades,
The memories of a bitter life,
That melts away and fades.