|Db |Db | [Verse 1] Db Db Come, come with me out to the old churchyard Db Db Db I so well know those paths 'neath the soft green sward Db Db Friends slumber in there that we want to regard Db Db Db We will trace out their names in the old churchyard. [Refrain] Db Db Mourn not for them, their trials are o'er Gb* Db And why weep for those who will weep no more Gb* Db Db For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard Db Db Their pillows may be in the old churchyard [Verse 2] Db Db I know that it's vain when our friends depart Db Gb To breathe kind words to a broken heart Db Db And I know that the joy of life is marred Db Gb Db* When we follow lost friends to the old churchyard. [Refrain] Db Db But were I at rest 'neath yonder tree Gb* Db* Db Oh, why would you weep, my friends, for me Gb* Db* Db I'm so weary, so wayworn, why would you retard Db Gb The peace I seek in the old churchyard [Bridge] Ab* Db* Ab* Why weep for me, for I'm anxious to go Db Gb To that haven of rest where no tears ever flow; Bbm* Ab* Db* Db And I fear not my fate when it's time to depart Db* Gb Db I will set with the sun in the old churchyard. [Refrain] Db Db I rest in the hope that one bright day Gb* Db Sunshine will burst to these prisons of clay Gb* Db Db The trumpets will sound in the hills near and far Db* Gb Db Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard. [Refrain] Db Db I rest in the hope that one bright day Gb* Db Sunshine will burst to these prisons of clay Gb* Db Db The trumpets will sound in the hills near and far Db* Gb Db Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard. [Outro] Db Db The trumpets will sound in the hills near and far Db Db Db Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard.