Tread Lightly
Brian Byrne
TREAD LIGHTLY
Tread lightly, she is near.
Underneath the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust
Tread lightly, she is near.
Underneath the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow