Grave On The Green Hill Side

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    There's a little grave on the green hillside
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    that lies to the morning sun,
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    and the way-worn feet often wander there,
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    when the cares of the day are done.
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    We sometimes sit in the twilight fall
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    and talk of a far off land,
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    and I sometimes feel in the twilight there
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    the touch of a vanished hand.

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Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside,
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in the years to come we will calmly sleep -
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in a grave on the green hillside.

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    And this land is full of these little graves
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    in the valleys, plains and hills,
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    there's an angel, too, for each little grave,
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    an angel so mission-filled.
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    I know not how but I sometimes think
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    that they lead us with gentle hands,
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    and a whisper falls on a willing ear
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    from the shore of a far off land.

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Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside,
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in the years to come we will calmly sleep -
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in a grave on the green hillside.

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    And these little graves are the wayside marks
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    that point to a far off land,
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    and they speak to the soul of a better day,
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    of a day that's near at hand.
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    Though we first must walk through dark, some fail,
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     yet Christ will be our guide,
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    we will reach the shore of a far off land
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    through a grave on a green hillside.

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Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside,
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in the years to come we will calmly sleep -
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in a grave on the green hillside.