Grave On The Green Hillside - The Carter Family

There’s a little grave on the green hillside

That lies to the morning sun

And the wayworn feet often wander there

When the cares of the day are done

We sometimes sit in the twilight fall

And talk of a far off land

And I sometimes feel in the twilight there

The touch of a vanished hand

Grave on the green hillside

Grave on the green hillside

In the years to come we will calmly sleep

In a grave on the green hillside

And this land is full of these little graves

In the valleys, plains, and hills

There’s an angel, too, for each little grave

An angel sufficient, Bill

I know not how, but I sometimes think

That they lead us with gentle hands

And a whisper falls on a willing ear

From the shore of a far off land

Grave on the green hillside

Grave on the green hillside

In the years to come we will calmly sleep

In a grave on the green hillside

And these little graves are but wayside marks

That point to a far off land

And they speak to the soul of a better day

Of a day that’s near at hand

Though we first must walk through this darksome veil

Yet Christ will be our guide

We will reach the shore of a far off land

Through a grave on a green hillside

Grave on the green hillside

Grave on the green hillside

In the years to come we will calmly sleep

In a grave on the green hillside