Lyrics:
I wander out yonder o'er the hills
Where the mountains high
Seem to kiss the sky
Someone is out yonder, o'er the hills
Waiting patiently, Waiting
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the pains
And the mountains in reply
Echo back their joyous strains
Gloria O Gloria in excelsis
It's morning o'er the Islands I love
And wild seas lie still, deep and blue
Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain
If I never spend
Through the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we watched
Were so gallantly, yeah, streaming?
And the rockets' red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave
To roam o'er this wide world alone.
And so I stood on my doorstep one evening and mourned,
And the wind whispered by with a howl;
Fields may be whitening,
trust Him!
How I've proved Him o'er and o'er
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more!
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I've proved
On yonders hill there sits a hare.
Full of worry, grief and care,
And o'er her lodgings they were bare,
Singing ho, brave boys, hi-ho.
Singing ho,
skit
Äntligen kan jag lova er – jag ska inte dit
För jag vill till Valhalla, Valhalla då jag dör
Ta mig till Valhalla när det hela är ö'er
Höj
with Thee
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea
Daily walking close to Thee
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be
When my feeble life is o'er
Time for me will be
linen as cold as the clay.
Beat the drum slowly play the fife lowly
play the death march as they carry me on
Take me to the green valley lay the sod o'er
the ground.
Cover me over with boulders of granite, gray and round.”
So, we buried him out on the prairie where the cowoyotes can howl o'er his grave
An' his
with Thee
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea
Daily walking close to Thee
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be
When my feeble life is o'er
Time for me will be
lay the sod o'er me
I'm a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did say as I boldly walked
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs a flowery mountains o'er the hills and by the shore
She's mighty tall
the way
What fun to ride and sing
In a one horse open sleigh
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all
south of the North pole and I know the reason why
She's my Eskimo baby and I'll love her till I die
She's my Eskimo baby she's my Eskimo pie
Crossing o'er
for me will be no more.
Guide me gently, safely o'er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.
So goodnight now once more
With roses roofed o'er
All tied up with boughs
Slip under the clothes
When the morning shall break
Please
Marie
Seems to me my heart will break, love, for thee
Every wave that shakes the shore
Seems to sing it o'er and o'er
Seems to say that I adore
through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave
to sing me a song
Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my
Master, the tempest is raging
The billows are tossing high
The sky is o'er shadowed with blackness
No shelter or help is nigh
Carest Thou not
through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof
to sing me a song
Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong
Get six jolly cowboys to carry my
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