Forever کے بول

Seek me in this peaceful place Where the grass grows and covers my face In a coffin of finest ebony With ornament and name in ivery The oaks shallows my epitaph Leaves covers the narrow path To where I reign my own Not like a God on a throne I'm waiting to be buried deep With sweet pleasure I will sleep When the angels gathering the sheep The dreamweaver I will meet Who said that life is delight I'm so enchanted of this eternal night Philosophy of the resting so wise I wish a lot to never arise I'm waiting to be buried deep With sweet pleasure I will sleep When the angels gathering the sheep The dreamweaver I will meet In the sleeping garden of tranquillity I've searched and found My private utopia In the sleeping garden of tranquillity I've searched and found My private utopia