Till I Meet You in the Grave
In the shadow of her trunk
Tracing grooves along her side
Heaven bless this tree, which hovers
Above his body, near to mine
One hundred thirty-seven days
One hundred thirty-six I have known
He is left this world for kinder place
He is left his body home
His mother takes it day by day
His father dare not stew
His brother raps poetic verse
I wrote a song or two
Five brothers loved within these halls
Four brothers now remain
Though tears are endless destined fall
Ever joy bound to your name
I remember summers, childhood games
I remember winters, too
In our hearts, the man you had become
And I'm so proud of you, sweet James
Like the morning fog, every day you're gone
Every day I here remain
How I'll miss your face upon my face
Your name upon my lips
Oh, but the sound that I'll miss the most
If it's heard, I'll surely collapse
Your laughter, sweetest James, I love
And I fear to live without
You had shaved your face for the Wiley Road
And I could not look away
I'm so glad I held it in my hands
Fore Fate we two betrayed
I won't ever let you go, sweet James
I will sing to you most days
And I pledge to muster art and song
Till I meet you in the grave
Till I meet you in the grave
Till I meet you in the grave
Tracing grooves along her side
Heaven bless this tree, which hovers
Above his body, near to mine
One hundred thirty-seven days
One hundred thirty-six I have known
He is left this world for kinder place
He is left his body home
His mother takes it day by day
His father dare not stew
His brother raps poetic verse
I wrote a song or two
Five brothers loved within these halls
Four brothers now remain
Though tears are endless destined fall
Ever joy bound to your name
I remember summers, childhood games
I remember winters, too
In our hearts, the man you had become
And I'm so proud of you, sweet James
Like the morning fog, every day you're gone
Every day I here remain
How I'll miss your face upon my face
Your name upon my lips
Oh, but the sound that I'll miss the most
If it's heard, I'll surely collapse
Your laughter, sweetest James, I love
And I fear to live without
You had shaved your face for the Wiley Road
And I could not look away
I'm so glad I held it in my hands
Fore Fate we two betrayed
I won't ever let you go, sweet James
I will sing to you most days
And I pledge to muster art and song
Till I meet you in the grave
Till I meet you in the grave
Till I meet you in the grave
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Writer(s): Gillian Grogan
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