Three Five

Come, come with me to the old churchyard

Eyes are wild on these paths 'neath the soft, green sward

Friends gather there that we once did regard

We will trace out their names in the old churchyard

Mourn not for them, for their sorrows 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 fate when our friend depart

To breathe kind words to a broken heart

And I know that the joy of life is marred

When we follow those friends to the old churchyard

But we're at rest 'neath yonder tree

Why would you weep, my friends, for me?

I'm so weary and worn, why would you retire?

The peace that I seek in the old churchyard

Why wait for me? For I'm anxious to go

To that haven of rest where no tears ever flow

And I fear not to enter that dark, lonely tomb

Where our savior has lain and conquered the blue

I rest in the hope that one bright day

Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay

And Gabriel's trumpet and the voice of the Lord

They will wake up the dead in the old churchyard