Lyrics

[Verse 1]
In the hush of dawn, where the shadows play,
Footsteps whisper softly, on this well-worn way,
New England's heart cradles history untold,
Among the stones, memories unfold.
People come and go, with their stories to share,
Some pause to linger, to feel the air,
And there by the path, in the soft morning light,
A pink marble marker, shining so bright.

[Chorus]
Tread softly, my friend, as you walk through the vale,
For our angel sleeps here, beneath the pale tale.
In each gentle breeze, hear the whispers of love,
Commemorating a life, as they watch from above.

[Verse 2]
The cherry trees blossom, in their glorious bloom,
While wildflowers dance, breathing life to the gloom,
Families gather 'round, sharing laughter and tears,
Each name on the stones tells a tale of their years.
The echoes of footsteps, past lovers, and friends,
In this sacred space, where the journey transcends,
For those who remember, there's solace to find,
In the stories they carry, forever entwined.

[Chorus]
Tread softly, my friend, as you walk through the vale,
For our angel sleeps here, beneath the pale tale.
In each gentle breeze, hear the whispers of love,
Commemorating a life, as they watch from above.

[Bridge]
Soft murmurs arise, through the trees that stand tall,
Reminding us all, we're not so far from it all,
Each life is a chapter, every heart holds a key,
To cherish the moments, and the love that we see.
So when you pass by, take a moment to pause,
Reflect on the journeys, the heart and its cause.

[Verse 3]
In time's gentle flow, we all must depart,
Leaving footprints behind, in the fabric of heart,
So gather your memories, both heavy and light,
In the warmth of the sun, or the calm of the night.
The pink marble marker, a horizon so clear,
Brings peace in its presence, when we venture near.

[Chorus]
Tread softly, my friend, as you walk through the vale,
For our angel sleeps here, beneath the pale tale.
In each gentle breeze, hear the whispers of love,
Commemorating a life, as they watch from above.

[Outro]
So remember their spirit, let the story unfold,
For the past is a treasure, a beacon of gold,
In New England's emerald, where the silence is keep,
Tread softly, my friend, for our angel does sleep.