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Come, come with me to the old churchyard Eyes are [?] 'neath the soft, green [?] 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 it fate when our friend depart To breathe kind words to a broken heart And I know that the joy of life is marred When wе follow those friends to the old churchyard But wе're at rest 'neath yonder tree Why would you leave my friends for me? I'm so weary and worn, why would you [? return] 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 tune Where our savior has lain and conquered the blue I rest in the hope that one bright day Sunshine will burst through these prison of clay And Gabriel's trumpet and the voice of the Lord They will wake up the dead in the old churchyard From Letras Mania