Garden of Graves - Rua/Liz Madden/Gloria Mulhall

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 shadle 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