Old Churchyard

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The Wailin’ Jennys - Country

Old Churchyard

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Come, come with me to the old churchyard I so well know these paths 'neath the soft green sward Friends slumber in there that we want to regard We will trace out their names in the old churchyard Mourn not for them for their trials are o'er Why weep for those who will weep no more? For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard Their pillows may be in the old churchyard I know it's vain when friends depart To breathe kind words to a broken heart And I know that the joy of life is marred When we follow lost friends to the old churchyard But were I at rest 'neath yonder tree Why would you weep, my friends, for me? I'm so weary, so wayworn, why would you retard The peace that I seek in the old churchyard? Why weep for me, for I'm anxious to go To that haven of rest where no tears e'er flow? And I fear not my fate when it's time to depart I will sail with the sun in the old churchyard I rest in the hope that one bright day Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay And the trumpets will sound on the hills near and far Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard I rest in the hope that one bright day Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay And the trumpets will sound on the hills near and far Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard The trumpets will sound on the hills near and far Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard

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