Place The Stone

Place The Stone elegy

Uploaded by Brenda Lee

Heart dont let me down.Stay strong for just one more round.
Eyes please dont let me see you cry .Oh spirt its time to grow wings and fly.
Sun for me wont you please shine,let a cool wind blow from time to time.
Rivers flow strong and true,carry my pain away with you.
Oh mighty oaks please stand tall lend me your strenth so I wont fall.
Clouds keep floating right on by,l dont want to see the heavens cry.
Earth stay firm beneath my feet,
I fear my legs are growing weak.
Ears cant you hear the lonesome dove
Shes calling to you from above.
Daisys grow
Where they place the stone
Oh mighty eagles please carry him home.

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