Robert William Service - Ghosts lyrics

I to a crumpled cabin came upon a hillside high, And with me was a withered dame As weariful as I. "It used to be our home," she said; "How well I remember well! Oh that our happy hearth should be Today an empty shell!" The door was flailing in the storm That deafed us with its din; The roof that kept us once so warm Now let the snow-drift in. The floor sagged to the sod below, The walls caved crazily; We only heard the wind of woe Where once was glow and glee. So there we stood disconsolate Beneath the Midnight Dome, And ancient miner and his mate, Before our wedded home, Where we had know such love and cheer . . . I sighed, then soft she said: "Do not regret - remember, dear, We, too, are dead."