Kilbirnie
(Kilbirnie Old Cemetery Lair: E1286) Dwells there a shadow on your grave A look that years impart? Is there a thought of vanished hours a husband may come back? A son from others shores returns? A daughter from the way? Waiting silently reposed The passing of the days. Now may your gaze be heavenward Convictions deep and strong Yielding Irish good luck charm To all you chance upon Your soul, flying on Ayrshire's wings, In brighter days will find Life has a higher just reward Than waiting for mankind. So gaze no more on passing ways To faces walking by For we as strangers know your plight With knowledge where you lie. Strangers not, but family With flowers to heal and save A lonely soul long since forgotten Blessed be your grave