And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.