Grave On The Green Hill Side Acordes

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    There's a little grave on the green hillside 
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    that lies to the morning sun, 
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    and the way-worn feet often wander there, 
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    when the cares of the day are done. 
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    We sometimes sit in the twilight fall 
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    and talk of a far off land, 
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    and I sometimes feel in the twilight there 
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    the touch of a vanished hand. 

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Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside, 
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in the years to come we will calmly sleep - 
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in a grave on the green hillside. 

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    And this land is full of these little graves 
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    in the valleys, plains and hills, 
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    there's an angel, too, for each little grave, 
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    an angel so mission-filled. 
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    I know not how but I sometimes think 
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    that they lead us with gentle hands, 
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    and a whisper falls on a willing ear 
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    from the shore of a far off land. 

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Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside, 
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in the years to come we will calmly sleep - 
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in a grave on the green hillside. 

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    And these little graves are the wayside marks 
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    that point to a far off land, 
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    and they speak to the soul of a better day, 
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    of a day that's near at hand. 
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    Though we first must walk through dark, some fail, 
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     yet Christ will be our guide, 
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    we will reach the shore of a far off land 
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    through a grave on a green hillside. 

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Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside, 
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in the years to come we will calmly sleep - 
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in a grave on the green hillside.