Ludkor:
Since you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall
Ludkor:
Do not stand By my grave, and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep—I am the thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glints in snowI am the sunlight on ripened grain,I am the gentle, autumn rain.As you awake with morning’s hush,I am
