Think Of Me

I lay awake the other night,
Knowing our paths will end someday.
And although we cannot avoid this…
My words will linger forever.

So when I finally say goodbye,
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there
I do not sleep.
My love I did not die.

When the hills cry and the mountains weep,
When the birds shed a tear for me,
When you rock our children to sleep each night…
Think of me.

My love, it’s all I ask.

When the storms rage above…
And the wind doesn’t miss a tree,
When the seasons come and they go…
Hear this song upon the breeze…

When the hills cry and the mountains weep,
When the birds shed a tear for me,
When you rock our children to sleep each night…
Think of me.

My love, it’s all I ask…

Ten winters have passed since then.
Since we dreamed of what we’d never know…
Since the world seemed full of hope…
And when I was by your side.

Do you remember we used to say
That our house would be full of love?
And when we’d build a house for the little one…?
Right where we used to kiss.

When the hills cry and the mountains weep,
When the birds shed a tear for me,
When you tell the children about our past…

Feel me touch your cheek,
The softness hasn’t changed…
Your eyes show the same old story,
If not a little longer!

My love, how could I have done this to you?
To our children and to your heart?

I was ill when you met me…

And with me,

Your happiness,

Fear,

Had died.