| Earth’s toiling ended, oh glorious dawning
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| Beyond the sunset when day is done
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| Should you go first and I remain to walk the road alone
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| I’ll live in memory’s garden dear with happy days we’ve known
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| In spring I’ll watch for roses red, when fades the lilac blue
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| And in early fall when brown leaves fall, I’ll catch a glimpse of you
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| Should you go first and I remain, to finish with the scroll
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| No lengthening shadows shall creep in to make this life seem droll
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| We’ve known so much of happiness, and we’ve had our cup of joy
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| But memory is one gift of God that death cannot destroy.
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| Should you go first and I remain, for battles to be fought
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| Each thing you’ve touched along the way, will be a hallowed spot
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| I’ll hear your voice and I’ll see your smile and though blindly I may grope
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| The memory of your helping hand will buoy me on with hope
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| Should you go first and I remain, one thing I’d have you do.
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| Walk slowly down that long, long path, for soon I’ll follow you
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| And I’d want to know each step you take that I may walk the same
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| For someday down that lonely road, you’ll hear me call your name
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| Beyond the sunset, oh glad reunion
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| With our dear loved ones, who’ve gone before
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| In that fair homeland, we’ll know no parting
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| Beyond the sunset for ever more |