My Sweet Grandma

To my Sweet Grandma Thy love, thy sacred smiling face I cant forget till final breath Thy beauteous eyes, thy charming smile Thou are goddess of vale of Death I often see thee in the dreams Thinking of all the days bygone O ! Come from mystery world of Death O! Tell me thou some mystic yarn I saw you praying on the graves I saw your anguish and distress Oh may that I could wane thy pain Oh may that I thy sorrows guess Thou go on top to feed the birds But I know what infact thou wished Thou waited for thy dear dear son Thy wistful eyes from top him kissed Where are you lost my gracious Mom I harken thee may that thou hear Thy son loveth thee from core of heart He pine for thee all time I swear His wistful eyes his aching heart His silent cries , can all you hear? These customs rules of vale of Death Thou break for once my gracious God Oh permit us to meet them once We prithee thou our Bounteous Lord Harken my Lord thy supplicants Are moaning give them thou reward