" The Old Churchyard" abt. 1850's

This is an old song that started making a come back in 2016. U- Tube.
There are several wonderful versions of this song.

"The Old Churchyard"

Come, come with me out to the old churchyard,
I so well know those paths neath the soft green sward.
Friends slumber there we want to regard;
We will trace out their names in the old churchyard.

Mourn not for them, their trials are o"re,
and why weep for those who would weep no more?
For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard.
Their pillows lay deep in the old churchyard.

I know that it's vain when our friends depart
to breathe kind words to a broken heart;
And 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'
Oh,why would you weep,my friends,for me?
I'm so weary, and so way 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 Saviour has lain and conquered the gloom.

I rest in the Hope that one bright day
Sunshine with burst to these prisons of clay,
And the trumpet will sound and the voice of the Lord
Will wake up the dead in the "Old Churchyard".

" The Old Churchyard" abt. 1850's

This is an old song that started making a come back in 2016. U- Tube.
There are several wonderful versions of this song.

"The Old Churchyard"

Come, come with me out to the old churchyard,
I so well know those paths neath the soft green sward.
Friends slumber there we want to regard;
We will trace out their names in the old churchyard.

Mourn not for them, their trials are o"re,
and why weep for those who would weep no more?
For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard.
Their pillows lay deep in the old churchyard.

I know that it's vain when our friends depart
to breathe kind words to a broken heart;
And 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'
Oh,why would you weep,my friends,for me?
I'm so weary, and so way 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 Saviour has lain and conquered the gloom.

I rest in the Hope that one bright day
Sunshine with burst to these prisons of clay,
And the trumpet will sound and the voice of the Lord
Will wake up the dead in the "Old Churchyard".