Testo Three Five

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