They may bury your body, your dear, precious body Deep down there under the sod; But they cannot bury the soul of you— For souls are a part of God. They may bury your heart there with you, For hearts can be broken and dead; But the warmth of your heart and its loving Are not held in that lonely bed. Your spirit—your beautiful spirit Wings its way so soft by my side, That I know, with its presence about me, It is not really you that has died. |