Ye heedless ones who wildly stroll

Ye heedless ones who wildly stroll,
The grave will soon become your bed,
Where silence reigns and vapors roll
In solemn darkness 'round your head.
Your friends will pass this lonesome place
And with a sigh move slowly on,
Still gazing on the spires of grass,
With which your graves are overgrown.
Your friends will pass this lonesome place
And with a sigh move slowly on,
Still gazing on the spires of grass,
With which your graves are overgrown.

Source: The Sacred Harp: the best collection of sacred songs, hymns, odes, and anthems ever offered the singing public for general use (1991 rev.) #522