Death is a lifetime’s inevitable climax.

As a Pagan I believe that death is not the end, but a door that opens onto a new adventure. But nonetheless when someone we are close to passes through that veil our beliefs, although they can give us strength, cannot sometimes entirely balance our sense of loss, and of that longing for one last hug, one last conversation, to say those things we needed to say.

Here is a new lyric about crossing that veil.

Down in the Garden – Damh the Bard

Verse 1:

Down in the garden there’s a Willow tree,

Its hair in the breeze,

Whispers to me.

A voice is calling, from deep inside,

It’s longing to find,

One of its kind.

Chorus:

I am the rising Sun,

I am birdsong when the day is done,

I am the tear in your eye,

I am alive.

Verse 2:

Down in the garden, where the mushrooms grow,

The moss-covered stone,

Shows me home.

Damp soil on my fingers, I draw back the veil,

And say a prayer,

I’m not scared.

Verse 3:

Down in the garden, leaves will fall,

To the ground,

Without a sound.

If ever you need me, there’s a Willow tree,

Its hair in the breeze,

That’s where I’ll be.

Chorus 2:

I am the rising Sun,

I am the birdsong when the day is done,

I am the tear in your eye,

But I am alive,

I am the Buzzard on the wing,

I am the snowdrop of the Spring,

Wipe your tears from your eyes,

I am alive.