We could imagine her laughter
See the biggest grin on her face
For we arrived at the cemetery to find
A grave dug in the wrong place
And suddenly this sombre occasion
Became a real celebration of her life
As friends and family chatted about
The pleasure of knowing my wife
We all knew her little foible
Everyone had had to wait
For she seldom was on time
Almost invariably was late
And we saw her off in style
She rests by new planted trees
That in not so many years
Will sing for her in the breeze
It is such a peaceful place
And I can leave her there
Safe in her spreading wood
In those trees' tender care
