Seek me in this peaceful place

Where the grass grows and covers my face

In a coffin of finest ebony

With ornament and name in ivery



The oaks shallows my epitaph

Leaves covers the narrow path

To where I reign my own

Not like a God on a throne



I'm waiting to be buried deep

With sweet pleasure I will sleep

When the angels gathering the sheep

The dreamweaver I will meet



Who said that life is delight

I'm so enchanted of this eternal night

Philosophy of the resting so wise

I wish a lot to never arise



I'm waiting to be buried deep

With sweet pleasure I will sleep

When the angels gathering the sheep

The dreamweaver I will meet



In the sleeping garden of tranquillity

I've searched and found

My private utopia

In the sleeping garden of tranquillity

I've searched and found

My private utopia