Star which heaven laid

The violets composed a tender song, in the fields of heaven, where you belong

and all the birds who've come to learn, know that flame of love must burn

By little Rivers they sit and sing throughout autumn and of spring

Their songs of hope
Must arise, before the closing of their eyes

For nightfall must of course be dark, to view which star in heaven laid

That woven pathway
Lead you home
And sparkled long your grave.