Her rings still held her warmth As they fell to his hand The doctor said, "there's no more we could do" And he was worried at first that he did not understand But then he saw his fist close So he knew And we watched from the window As he walked slowly outside He seemed unsure as to which way to go And his coat whipped his legs As the traffic blew by He had one shoulder raised As though to ward off a blow And he lay in their bedroom Those first sleepless nights Too restless to sleep and too tired to cry And he'd wander downstairs In the pale morning light To stare at the horizon with unseeing eyes His neighbours worried about him Those first desperate weeks He seemed to dwindle and shrink in his clothes And in the evenings He'd wander the hills by himself To return as the morning sun rose The gra** shook and swayed in the meadow As he stood in the night And he heard the dry whisper of leaves And the wind was her spirit Running free through the gra** Whispering warm in his ear "don't you grieve" He was seen kneeling last Friday On a high windswept hill And his white hair blew back in the breeze And we thought he was praying Or had taken a fall But he was planting a row of small trees