Grave on the green hill side
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1. 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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2. 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. + CHORUS
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3. 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.
(The Carter Family)