Beautiful Lie the Dead

Song Cycle by Jeremy Dale Roberts (b. 1934)

1. Song  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
  We do lie beneath the grass
    In the moonlight, in the shade
  Of the yew-tree. They that pass
    Hear us not. We are afraid
      They would envy our delight,
      In our graves by glow-worm night.
Come follow us, and smile as we;
    We sail to the rock in the ancient waves,
Where the snow falls by thousands into the sea,
    And the drown'd and the shipwreck'd have happy graves.

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2. The mourner

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3. Beautiful lie the dead  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Beautiful lie the dead;
  Clear comes each feature;
Satisfied not to be,
  Strangely contented.
  
Like ships, the anchor dropped,
  Furled every sail is;
Mirrored with all their masts
  In a deep water.

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Total word count: 102