How she died

Upon the hill from below

was a churchyard

we went there just before snow

and crossed until

you turned the card

and asked me how.

And you said look

and pointed upon the sky

how she died

how she died

how she died

and you said look

and pointed upon the sky.

So many small lanterns glowed

on the churchyard

each and every one had showed

about a grave

it was not that hard

the way wind blowed.

And you said look

and pointed upon the sky

how she died

how she died

how she died

and you said look

and pointed upon the sky.