Country Gentlemen (The)
Victim to the Tomb
It was in the time of autumnThe golden leaves lay all aroundThat we laid our dear old fatherAlway beneath the cold damp ground It seems but a short time ago That he was in the fullest bloom But death, alas, has laid him low Another victim to the tombMany sad farewells were givenMany bitter tears were shedOur sad hearts all beat with anguishAs he lay on his dying bed * RefrainOn a Savior's summons he was readiedOn his journey home to goAnd fearless though near the dark valleysWashed in his blood whiter than snow
From Letras Mania