The City of the Dead by McGrath of Harlow


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The City of the Dead by McGrath of Harlow

They have done with all their pains and all their weeping,
And all their weary troubles now are past
As round this room at last they lie here sleeping –
And I am here alone to guard their rest.
Where the living move like ghosts and talk in whispers.
This City of the Dead is not for you.

Now here's a man, a worn and broken body -
I see he died beneath the surgeon's knife.
And here's a girl – so young and, oh the pity,
Somehow it seems she chose to take her life.
And the living move like ghosts and talk in whispers.
This City of the Dead is not for you.

Poor lass, God knows, she must have had her reasons
Well, rest in peace, until it's time to rise."
And I stood there, open-mouthed and barely breathing,
To see her move and open up her eyes.
Where the living move like ghosts and talk in whispers.
This City of the Dead is not for you.

And there's ringing bells, and fierce determination
To win her back, and bring her back, poor girl.
Till sleeping in a bed, like any patient,
She'll wake once more and rise to face the world.
Till the living move like ghosts and talk in whispers.
This City of the Dead is not for you.

And I hope to God her troubles will have passed now,
And she will turn herself to live instead
And she will leave my dead to lie in peace now,
And trouble not this City of the Dead
Where the living move like ghosts and talk in whispers.
This City of the Dead is not for you.

They have done with all their pains and all their weeping,
And all their weary troubles now are past
As round this room at last they lie here sleeping –
And I am here alone to guard their rest.
Where the living move like ghosts and talk in whispers.
This City of the Dead is not for you.