A Himalayan Cemetery

A Himalayan Cemetery

If in India I should die
Far from Britain’s islands,
In a churchyard I would lie
Up among the high lands.
I should hear, though I were dead,
Tinkling of the fountains;
Watch the snows flush rosy red
On the morning mountains.

And when autumn’s twilight gloom
Veiled the woodland alleys
Gentle mists would wrap my time
Stealing over the valleys
And I should shrink to know
Winter there had found me
Pleased to feel the English snow
Lightly falling round me

by Trego Webb, ‘Indian Lyrics.