weeds had grown upon the grave
moss upon the stone
i know that he's not here at all
and i feel all the more alone
st. isadore you were my friend
but where have you gone to?
can't you send some sign to me
What am i supposed to do?
In late october the full moon
the stone arch among the trees
We lit candles and drank sips of wine
such happy memories
And now i stand upon the grave
And wonder where you are
i'll join you someday soon enough
And then you won't be far
