Fare Thee Well, by Anna Lorena
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Fare thee well
My dear cousin
Fare thee well
My dear kin
Let worries not be
To thee o'erwhelm'd burden
Grace be unto thee
As thy head drops without pride
And let all thy cares rest
In the E'erlasting Arms
Fare thee well
My dear cousin
Fare thee well
My dear kin
Let not past happenings
To thee a haunting din
Grace be unto thee
As thy hands fold in defeat
For nothing can squelsh thee
'Lest thy spirit grant it so
Fare thee well
My dear cousin
Fare thee well
My dear kin
Let not future uncertainties
Drive thee from thy path
Grace be unto thee
As thy eyes do fill with tears
Thou art not yet alone
For the Good Lord sayeth so
Fare thee well
My dear cousin
Fare thee well
My dear kin
Let not present anchorage
Hold thee from new seas
Grace be unto thee
As thy sails fill with fresh wind
Thy course is fully charted
And thy Captain knows it so
Fare thee well
My dear cousin
Fare thee well
My dear kin
Let not sorrows cover thee
And pin thee to the earth
Grace be unto thee
As thy flight readies anew
And always remember thee
I both fly and sail 'longside |
Posted: 2005-03-19 04:09:59 UTC |
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