Come come with me to the old churchyard
I so well know those paths neath the soft green sward
Friends slumber there that we want to regard
We will trace out their names in the old churchyard
Mourn not for them for their trials are o’er
Why weep for those who will 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 lost friends to the old churchyard
But were I at rest beneath yonder tree
Why would you weep my friends for me
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 the haven of rest where no tears will flow
And I fear not to enter that dark lonely tomb
Where our savior has lain and conquered the gloom
I rest in the hope that on one bright day
Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay
And Gabriel’s trumpet and the voice of the Lord
Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard