Those who are dead have never gone away.
    They are in the shadows darkening around,
    They are in the shadows fading into day,
    The dead are not under the ground.
    They are in the trees that quiver,
    They are in the woods that weep,
    They are in the waters of the rivers,
    They are in the waters that sleep.
    They are in the crowds, they are in the homestead.
    The dead are never dead.