On a Country Walk

Stranger I am weary my eyes are weak But tell who is that over there in the distance My friend that figure over there in the far cornfield is Death But the day is so bright there is no gloom or sadness No my dear friend indeed there is none If you are ready we can take a gentle walk over to meet him Yes yes perhaps I am but on such a beautiful afternoon as this The suns yellow light flooding down the fields look pure gold