When the day ends, and I shall sleep,
Come see my grave, but do not weep,
Nor let your grief be over wild.
Who sleeps, is glad to rest in peace,
And holy is the evening mild,
When the day ends.
I loved you and you know it well,
How much you helped me, can I tell?
How many pains and tears you dried—
Then come and softly say, “You sleep,
But we shall meet somewhere at last,
Because we loved.”