Where Dead People Lay

Where dead people lay there is life to be found
On the graves and the headstones ants crawling around
And birds chirp and sing on the cemetery trees
Their notes seem to carry in the freshening breeze
That blows from the sea up through the coastal town
In day's fading light just before sundown
And life does go on where dead people lay
And day follows night and night follows day
And the Seasons they come and the Seasons they go
And on the roadway by the cemetery cars and trucks buzz to and fro
And as darkness descends on the quiet cemetery
Life it does go on in the town by the sea
And the boobook's voice can be heard in the moonlight
Where the dead people lay in the still of the night.