The Graves Out West

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[Verse 1]
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If the lonely graves are scattered
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 in that fenceless vast God's acre
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If no churchbells chime across them
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 and no mourners tread between
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Yet the souls of those sound 
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sleepers go as swiftly to their 
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maker
And the ground is just as sacred and
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 the graves are just as green

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[Verse 2]
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If we chant no solemn dirges to 
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the virtue of their living
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If we sing no hymn words o'er them 
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in the glory of the stars
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They can hear a grander music than 
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was ever ours for giving
God's choristers, invisible, the 
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wind in the belahs

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[Verse 3]
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If we set them up no marble it was 
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none the less we loved them
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If we carved a million columns, 
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would it bring them better rest?
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If no gentle hands have fashioned 
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snow white wreaths to lay above them
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God has laid his own wildflowers on 
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the lonely graves out west