A Lonely Grave

1 I stood by your graveside this cold winters day. A heart broken with sorrow that won’t go away. I called out your name and shed many a tear. And hoped in my heart that you would appear. 2 God took you from us that fine sunny morning. Our lives now shattered without any warning. Your work here on earth has finished this year. Your books and teachings you spread far and near. 3 It was a pleasure to know you for sixty odd years. And when my time comes I will have no fears. You will be waiting to greet me as oft times before. When I call to your house and knock on the door. 4 Each night when I lay my head down to sleep. I will ask the lord your soul to keep. And if you find any time away from your books. Look kindly on me as I walk in those woods.