The Old Churchyard

Intro:
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[Verse 1]
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Come, come with me out to the 
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old churchyard,
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I so well know those paths 'neath 
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the soft green sward.
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Friends slumber in there that we 
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want to regard;
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We will trace out their names in 
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the old churchyard.

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Mourn not for them, their trials are
 o'er
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And why weep for those who will weep
 no more?
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For sweet is their sleep, though 
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cold and hard
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Their pillows may be in the old 
churchyard.

[Verse 2]
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I know that it's vain when our 
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friends depart
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To breathe kind words to a broken 
heart;
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And I know that the joy of life is 
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marred
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When we follow lost friends to the 
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old churchyard.

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But were I at rest 'neath yonder 
tree,
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Oh, why would you weep, my friends, 
for me?
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I'm so weary, so wayworn, why 
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would you retard
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The peace I seek in the old 
churchyard?

[Break]
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[Verse 3]
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Why weep for me, for I'm anxious to 
go
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To that haven of rest where no 
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tears ever flow;
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And I fear not to enter that dark
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 lonely tomb
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Where our Saviour has lain and 
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conquered the gloom.

[Break]
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[Verse 4]
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I rest in the hope that one bright 
day
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Sunshine will burst to these 
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prisons of clay,
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And old Gabriel's trumpet and 
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voice of the Lord
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Will wake up the dead in the old 
churchyard

[Otro]
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(Vamp that last bit with some 
rubato/ritardondo a couple more 
times and Bob's your uncle)