A Irish Prayer for the Dead

We remember them. At the rising of the sun and at its going down, we remember them.

At the blowing of the wind and the chill of winter, we remember them. At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them.

At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer, we remember them. At the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember them.

At the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember them.