The Lone Pilgrim - Doc Watson

I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay

And pensively stood by his tomb

When in a low whisper I heard something say

«How sweetly I sleep here alone

The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar

And gathering storms may arise

But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul

The tears are all wiped from my eyes

The cause of my Master compelled me from home

No kindred or relative nigh

I met the contagion and sank to the tomb

My soul flew to mansions on high

Go tell my companion and children most dear

To weep not for me now I’m gone

The same hand that led me through scenes most severe

Has kindly assisted me home.

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