In the land which dreams dwell in,
where love and hate and life begin;
where swiftly the deep rivers flow
from lost lands of long ago.
I wander through wild poppy fields
Underfoot the sweet earth yields….
I see the flowering fruit trees start.
Their blossoms gather round my heart…
I hear the sparrows sing with joy
And bees their busy wings employ.
In those lost lands I saw your face
And now I long for your embrace.
Are you real or make believe?
From this earth, we all take leave.
Earth to earth and ash to ash
Glory, pride and boasting pass.
Leave me now, my ghostly one
Soon I too will be called on.
Nothing lasts but truth is real
Keep the faith and your ideals.
Earth to earth , we’ll rest in clay
We must give ourselves away
Softly on this earth I roam
Seeking yet my love and my home
and until the very end
Love eternal may descend