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Goodby My Friend
NO MORE MOUNTAIN TOPS TO CLIMB
OR WINDING DUSTY ROADS,
NO MORE STREAMS, YOU'LL HAVE TO CROSS,
AND NO MORE HEAVY LOADS.
THE ROCKS AND RILLS, THE WOODLAND HILLS,
THE TRAILS AMONG THE PINES,
THE MOUNTAIN LAUREL IN FULL BLOOM,
ALL THIS YOU LEAVE BEHIND,
NO MORE TOIL, THAT NEED BE DONE'
AND NO MORE TEARS OR PAIN,
FOR JOY IS ALL YOU'LL EVER KNOW,
TO DIE IS BUT TO GAIN,
BE SUNRISE BRIGHT OR SETTING SUN,
COOL SHADOWS FROM THE TREES,
SOFT SPRING RAINS OR SKIES OF BLUE,
YOU'LL HAVE NO NEED FOR THESE,
GOD WILL PROVIDE ALL THINGS OF NEED,
HE'LL DRY AWAY EACH TEAR,
AND GONE WILL BE ALL EARTHLY CARES,
THERE`S NOTHING LEFT TO FEAR,
WE WILL KNOW DAYS OF MISSING YOU,
AND WE'LL KNOW HOURS OF PAIN,
BUT JOY IS OURS FOR IN OUR HOPE,
WE WILL SEE YOU, ONCE AGAIN.
GOODBYE MY FRIEND, GOODBYE
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