There's a grave in the bend of the valley,
Where the shadows sweep over so still,
There my darling is sleeping so peaceful,
In a grave at the foot of the hill.
On the nights when I'm lonely and thinking,
Of my sweetheart who's now gone away,
I go back to the place where she's sleeping,
I'm just waiting to see her some day.
G-d gave us the joy that we wished for,
Just a few days together to be,
Then he carried her to heaven's bright portal,
That's where she will be waiting for me.
For I often go back to the valley,
Where the willows weep over her head,
There to be just once more with my darling,
By her side though I know she is dead.
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