Old Churchyard

Come, come with me to the old churchyard I so well know those 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 that it's vain when our 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 I seek in the old churchyard? Why weep for me for I'm anxious to go To that haven of rest where no tears ever flow And I fear none my fate when it's time to depart I will set with the sun in the old churchyard I rest in the hope that one bright day Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay The trumpets will sound in 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 The trumpets will sound in the hills near and far Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard The trumpets will sound in the hills near and far Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard