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Come, come with me to the old churchyard
I so well know these paths neath the soft green swan
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
Why weep for those who will weep no more?
For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard
Their pillows, maybe in the old churchyard
I know that it's vain that our friends depart
To breathe kind words to a broken heart
And I know that the joy of life is mine
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 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 ever flow
And I fear not to enter that dark, lonely tomb
Where our Savior has slain and conquered the gloom
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