1 I will cry one day, cry and tell the tale you never knew I will cry and the sky will be dark The clouds are deep, and the moon is numb And I will cry as you stretch your shoulder. The clouds burst and warm drops soak the cold chest. 2 If the bird dies let it bury in the blue hills The hills, where you thought you will get that hamlet done The vale where you drew her close The river in which you moulded. Bury her and sing the song Bury her deep in the dark green forest Bury her as the new dawn arise Bury her such that she blooms in the next spring alike.