WARNING

Evening has come and its shadow
Creeps down from o'er the hill
A form from the depth of darkness
Will soon the valleys fill

I can feel coming out to meet her
And mingling with the air
Old frost from the breath of warning
That winter will soon be there

Are the fair cheek of verdune
He will spread his downy bed
But his mantle so light
And cold and white
Brings death to her blossoming head

While from over my head of declining time
Gray hairs from the head of warning
Points out to me from my home of old age
The breath I breathe is waning

But there is one
In the land to come
That holds in his hands the dawning
And from His voice everlasting life
Come the ressurection morning.