When I am dead my darling

When I am dead my darling,
Sing those songs I wrote
And plant roses to chill my head
And bedew my dusty frame.

When I am dead my darling,
Think those words I told
And write them on the ebbing shore
Waves will efface them, like fate effaced me.

When I am dead my darling,
Dream those distant vales
When I hold you tight,
And adorn you with buttercups.

When I am dead my darling,
When no more my heart beats
When no more desires peep,
Let your tears damp your dimpling cheeks.
Plant lovely roses on my head,
And shady cypress
That will cool me ever
With dew drops
With shady sun
With soothing rains.

I will watch the leaves fall
And rain and thunder balls,
And the fleeting clouds
And the crawling mist
From my silent grave