well the soil it tells me a story
with a moral i can not quite see
but for some unspoken reason
it's lain my mind at ease
in a soft patch of grass from a garden
on a cool mid summers night breeze
so when i wake up in the mornin'
i know just where i'll be
put to rest next sweet hellen
who's lips are sure to cover me
this a past and pending promise
to the love i'm never to leave