In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain

Along this broad river flowing to the sea
In the early morning, dry rushes are dancing
Over the cascade of waters glistening
There a cathedral, built by faithful hands
Arched windows sparkling, towers climbing skyward,
Chapter and lay praising and confessing
A priest at the altar says:
Bless the Lord who forgiveth all our sins
The people reply:
His mercy endureth for ever
Bright light flowing through bodies of prophets
The choir singing kyrie eleison