I visited your grave today

I visited your grave today
It's overgrown with weeds
Your flowers have all blown away
and frost has choked their seeds

I tried to clear away the weeds
and chip away the frost
I thought of planting other seeds
when winter's snows are lost

But nothing clings so tight as frost
or freezes fast as tears
that fall for everything we've lost
and fall for barren years

It's hard to wipe away the tears
and brush away the snows
when thinking that in all these years
your seeds grew not one rose

Your footsteps linger in the snows
I'll follow them someday
And I will plant a snow-WHITE ROSE
before I go away