The Gypsy Quaker

I am the guardian of the graveyard the keeper of the gate.
I winnow souls and spirits in a job I love and hate.

I list your joys and blessings, your terrors and your fears.
I gather up the hours and stitch together days and years.

I am the watcher of the sleeper come rest, abide with me.
Ill rock and hold and love you for all eternity.