Sunday, August 16, 2009

SEE THAT MY GRAVE'S KEPT GREEN

When I'm dead and gone from you darling, When I'm laid away in my grave, When my spirit has gone to heaven above, To him who my soul will save; When you are happy and gay once more, Thinking of days that have been; This one little wish I ask of you, See that my grave's kept green. Oh, the days will come to you darling, When on earth no more I'll be seen; One sweet little wish darling grant me, See that my grave's kept green.

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