Cemetery gate
Song
1. The cemetery gate,
It is wide open, (ajar)
The girls of Pered walk there,
They pick the flowers from me.
2. Pick, pick,
The flowers from me,
Only that one, white lily,
Don't pick it from me.
3. If you pick it,
Don't let it wither,
Plant it on top of my grave,
Deep in the black earth.
4. Wither, rose, wither,
Because you are not mine,
Until now, while you were mine,
You were a blooming tea rose.
It is wide open, (ajar)
The girls of Pered walk there,
They pick the flowers from me.
2. Pick, pick,
The flowers from me,
Only that one, white lily,
Don't pick it from me.
3. If you pick it,
Don't let it wither,
Plant it on top of my grave,
Deep in the black earth.
4. Wither, rose, wither,
Because you are not mine,
Until now, while you were mine,
You were a blooming tea rose.