The Petersens - The Old Churchyard Lyrics

Come come with me to the old churchyard
I so well know those paths beneath 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 for their trials are o'er
And why weep for those who will weep no more?
For sweet is their sleep though cold and hard
Their pillows lay deep in the old churchyard
I know it seems vain when our friends depart
To breathe kind words to a broken heart;
And I know that the joy of life it is marred
When we follow those friends to the old churchyard
But were I at rest beneath yonder tree
Oh 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;
And I fear not to enter that dark weary tomb
Where our Savior has lain an' he conquered the gloom
I rest in the hope that one bright day
Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay
And old Gabriel's trumpet and the voice of the Lord
They will wake up the dead in the old churchyard
I rest in the hope that one bright day
Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay
And old Gabriel's trumpet and the voice of the Lord
They will wake up the dead in the old churchyard