UP ON THE HILL
Up on the hill where the
pines grow dense
Where the fields are
green and the sky immense
Scatter one day my last
remains
To be drawn in the earth
by the gentle rains.
Gladly did I tread this
place
With the gentle breeze
upon my face,
A faithful dog for
company,
And benevolent sun
beaming down on me.
Thank the Lord for the
time we had
When rest was blessed
and toil was glad,
When joyous hearts rejoiced
in truth,
And we shared our hopes
and dreams and youth.
Look to the heavens
bright and blessed;
See me satisfied, caressed;
Know at last I’m free
from care,
My dust is here, but my
spirit there.
10/18/13
SC
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