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Nicole Singer & Becky Wright: https://beckyandnicole.bandcamp.com/track/the-old-churchyard
https://beckyandnicole.bandcamp.com/track/the-old-churchyard
Come, come with me out to the old churchyard, I well know those paths ‘neath the soft green sward. Friends slumber in there that we want to regard; We will trace out the names in the old churchyard. Mourn not for them, their trials are o’er, And why weep for those who will weep no more? For sweet is that 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, Oh, 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 not to enter that dark lonely tomb Where our saviour has lain an’ he conquered the gloom. I rest in the hope that one bright day Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay, And old Gabriel’s trumpet and the voice of the Lord Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard.