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Lay me down where the grass is green, mother,
Beneath the willow shade,
Where the murmuring winds will mourn, mother,
The wreck that death has made.
Chorus:
Bury me in the morning,
And mourn not at my loss,
For I’ll join the beautiful army
That carried the Saviour’s cross. |
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Never sorrow or sigh for me, mother,
Who fell in early years,
For I’ll be in the pleasant land, mother,
That’s free from grief and tears.
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I have heard the songs of the blest, mother,
And death is drawing near,
So ferry me o’er the stream, mother,
That mortals dread and fear.
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You must promise to come to me, mother,
When life and hope shall fade,
For there’s room for you in the home, mother,
That’s far from the greenwood shade.
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