Charley Louvin - Grave On The Green Hillside текст песни

( w. Tift Merritt & Joy Lynn White )



There's a little grave on the green hillside that lies to the morning sun

And the way worn feet often wander there when the cares of the day are done

We sometimes sit in the twilight fall and talk of a far off land

And we sometimes feel in the twilight there the touch of a vanished hand



Grave on the green hillside grave on the green hillside

In the years to come we will calmly sleep in a grave on the green hillside



And this land is full of these little graves in the valleys plains and hills


There's angel too for each little grave an angel procession fills

I know not how but I sometimes think that they lead us with gentle hand

And a whisper falls on a willing ear from the shore of a far off land



And these little graves are but wayside marks that point to a far off land

And they speak to the soul of a better day of a day that's near at hand

Though we first must walk through the chartless fields yet Christ will be our guide

We will reach the shore of a far off land through a grave on a green hillside