[01:08.32]Procession moves on, the shouting is over
[01:17.14]Praise to the glory of loved ones
[01:20.48]Now gone
[01:25.91]Talking aloud as they sit
[01:28.73]Round their tables
[01:34.53]Scattering flowers washed down by the rain
[01:40.25]
[01:43.32]Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
[01:52.18]Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
[02:00.72]Try to cry out in the heat of the moment
[02:09.34]Possessed by a fury
[02:11.21]That burns from inside
[02:17.11]
[03:28.65]Cry like a child though
[03:30.51]These years make me older
[03:37.19]With children my time
[03:39.07]Is so wastefully spent
[03:46.08]Burden to keep, though their
[03:48.31]Inner communion
[03:54.61]Accept like a curse
[03:56.75]An unlucky deal
[04:01.08]
[04:03.57]Laid by the gate at the foot
[04:06.10]Of the garden
[04:12.09]My view stretches out
[04:14.00]From the fence to the wall
[04:20.77]No words could explain,
[04:23.01]No actions determine
[04:29.49]Just watching the trees
[04:31.48]And the leaves as they fall
[04:36.58]