| Sing An Old Song |
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| Poem written by Elder J.A. Rowell, Sr. | |
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Oh sing to me, an old, old song, And pitch the keynote low, With harmony and meter long, The music, soft and slow. Just sing it like they used to sing, An old song, just once more, Sweet memories such singing bring, Of long gone days of yore. A simple, easy melody, A sweet and soft refrain, Please sing an old, old song for me, An old song, once again. The songs they sang, when I was young, Of grace and hope and love, The kind of song, our parents sung, Of Christ and heaven above. The old songs may not be the best, I surely do not know, But when they carry me to rest, Just sing one, soft and low. |
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