Still

Along the valley, around the hill,
through the sweet grasses, a soft breeze blew
to where I sat waiting, very still.
On the breeze was the scent of you,
but you won't be coming, I know that's true
because you are lying very still,
far away on another hill.

You'll not be coming around this hill,
laughing or singing that song you knew
though the valley's waiting, so very still
and the breeze still holds the scent of you.
I will wait forever, I know that's true
for all my world's lying very still
the way you do on that other hill.