Bury me

BURY ME

Wilt thou letteth me see thee before I die
and kisseth thee before I fly?
Though the fee is worth so high
doubteth I thou wilt cry.

So long my dearest
my life is cooleth now and weary
blank fate is in my ride
cause the Reaper of Life is nigh.

I remember now the sign of years
seen in naked fears
though troubles seem unfair
still and yet, who would care...?

Wilt thou letteth me cry before I die?
... But saith he:
"Let the dead bury their dead!"