Lay me down where the grass is green, mother, Beneath the willow shade, Where the murmuring winds will mourn, mother, The wreck that death has made. Chorus: Bury me in the morning, And morn not at my loss, For I'll join the beautiful army That carried the Saviour's cross. Never sorrow or sigh for me, mother, Who fell in early years, For I'll be in the pleasant land, mother, that's free from grief and tears. I have heard the songs of the blest, mother, And death is drawing near, So ferry me o'er the stream, mother, That mortals dread and fear. You must promise to come to me, mother, When life and hope shall fade, Fore there's room for you in the home, mother, That's far from the greenwood shade.
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Bury me in the morning, mother" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Bury me in the morning, mother", published 1863. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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