Preacher Dressed In Black
There is no death there is only sleep.
Shouted the preacher he was a tall man
with a white beard that hung below his waist
He was dressed in black and standing.
on the buckboard of his wagon
in the dark of night, what little light
There was came from a kerosene lamp.
hanging on the branch of an olive tree
a sign of peace above the preacher's head
that lite up his face and white collar
as he stood there preaching the word.
All the towns' people gathered around.
lending an ear and singing praises to the Lord
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