Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you gave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Missing My Sister And Best Friend
One morning I found you in eternal sleep; I tried to wake you as I began to weep, But all my pleas you could not


