Collected by M.C. Parler Sung by R. E. L. Flowers
September 5, 1953
"Sang eighty-odd years ago"
Oh, know you the spot where the sycamore grows
And tall ones (?) gracefully wave?
There rests gentle Lily, in silent repose,
While the willow still weeps over her grave.
Refrain: Oh, sleep, Lily dear,
Be Hushed every sound,
Save where the brook murmurs
And the wind sighs around,
'Tie the of one, the pride of the vale
'Tis the couch of my dear Lily Dale
She prayed us to lay her where men never trod
And where proud garden flowers ne'er bloom
But where violets in silence look up to their God
And the sound of the brook murmurs low.
Refrain after each stanza
The moon as she rises looks over the plain
And kisses the grave with her beam
And the gray rock still echoes the whippoorwill's song
In (indistinct) yet gentliest gleam.
NOW rest, gentle Lily, undisturbed be thy sleep
A heart that is true beats for thee
I seek thy own grave for to sigh and to weep
For the one that is dearest to me.
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