Lyrics

"When I do count the clock that tells the time And see the brave day sunk in hideous night When I behold the violet past prime And sable curls all silvered o'er with white..." Tom is gone Said the lady on the line The doctor died a year ago Born to teach He read us with misty eyes From a troubled poet's soul He used to say "Think with more than just your head Think within a marrowbone" Class dismissed No more lessons left for Tom Now he knows as he is known Tender hearts Bow your heads for those who weep But be glad for the one who sleeps In the Lord He's been rescued from the deep Like Ishmael upon the sea Rose is gone Said the voice upon the line Gone to Jesus much too soon Torn away Is the flower of my heart Just as she began to bloom In the end I will look into her eyes She will take me by the hand Until then I am torn between two worlds Puzzled by the Father's plan Tender hearts Bow your heads for those who weep But be glad for the one who sleeps In the Lord She's been rescued from the deep Like Ishmael upon the sea Only "time's brief masquerade" Stands between the living And the ones who wait at Heaven's gate