If I should′nt be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb –
If I could′nt thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I′m trying
With my Granite lip!
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb –
If I could′nt thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I′m trying
With my Granite lip!
I′ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes –
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said –
Yet held my breath, the while –
And risen up – and gone away,
A more Bernardine Girl –
Yet – knew not what was done to me
In that old Chapel Aisle.