Even the dead tell stories

Their unsettled souls trod the earth

Dropping bits of history on the way

The peaceful ones, make no noise

Those with something to say, are never quiet

The wind howls in the melody of a tune

An entrance song

For those who have never rested a day in their graves

Ready for the nightly trod

They sing songs in the place of their departure

And then stop by to kiss the loved ones goodnight.