Here I sleep in silence
My bones laid down to rest
In the ground,
‘neath the limbs of a willow
that weeps.
A gray stone marks my place
And roses are left by friends.
Their tears make the flowers
grow
And their love fills the air.
Don’t cry for me, my loves
For angels have carried me
To rest in the arms of my Savior
And sing praises to his name.
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