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
