Rua - Garden Of Graves

When the day is at rest
and the night comes upon her.
In the silence she waits,
in the silence she sighs.

She was born on the wind
and she follows it homewards,
where she cradles the lives
of all those who have died.

At the last, quiet hour
she moves down through the vale
and she waits there for the morrow
in her garden of graves.

In the shadows she stood
as the earth crept and found her
and the words that she heard
brought tears to her eyes.

As the last light had failed
and the mist swirled around her,
she will wait until dawn
underneath darkened skies.

At the last, quiet hour
she moves down through the vale
and she waits there for the morrow

At the last, quiet hour
she moves down through the vale
and she waits there for the morrow
in her garden of graves.