Cup O'Joe - The Old Churchyard
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Come, come with me to the old churchyard,
I so well know those paths, neath the soft green sward
Friends slumber there that we want to regard
We will trace out their names in the old churchyard

Mourn not for them, their trials are o'er,
cnd why weep for those who will weep no more
For sweet is that sleep, though cold and hard
Their pillows may be old in the old churchyard

I know that it's vain when our friends depart
To breathe kind words to a broken heart
cnd I know that the joy of life is marred
When we follow those friends to the old churchyard

But were I at rest neath yonder tree,
O, 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
cnd I fear not to enter that dark and lonely tomb
Where Jesus has lain and conquered the gloom

Cause I rest in the hope that one bright day
Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay
cnd the sound of the trumpet and the voice of the Lord
Shall end all grief in the old churchyard

Cause I rest in the hope that one bright day
Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay
cnd the sound of the trumpet and the voice of the Lord
Shall end all grief in the old churchyard