Fare Thee Well, by Anna Lorena Subscribe to rss feed for Anna Lorena

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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