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Come, come with me to the old churchyard I so well know these paths neath the soft green swan 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 Why weep for those who will weep no more? For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard Their pillows, maybe in the old churchyard I know that it's vain that our friends depart To breathe kind words to a broken heart And I know that the joy of life is mine When we follow those friends to the old churchyard But we're at rest 'neath yonder tree 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, lonely tomb Where our Savior has slain and conquered the gloom I rest in the hope that one bright day Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay And Gabriel's trumpet and the voice of the Lord They will wake up the dead in the old churchyard