The roses hush, the sky leans low,
It longs to see your spirit show.
Each cloud dissolves, each hour bends,
To keep the flame that never ends.

The ivy sways, the stones grow bright,
They catch the warmth of gentle light.
Though cold they were, they now can see,
The glow that makes them memory.

The roses hush, the stars are near,
They guard the glow they cherish here.
The moon delays, the heavens stay,
To keep your beauty night and day.