A D
There's a little grave on the green hillside
A E
that lies to the morning sun,
A D
and the way-worn feet often wander there,
E A
when the cares of the day are done.
D A
We sometimes sit in the twilight fall
E
and talk of a far off land,
A D
and I sometimes feel in the twilight there
E A
the touch of a vanished hand.
A E
Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside,
A D
in the years to come we will calmly sleep -
E A
in a grave on the green hillside.
A D
And this land is full of these little graves
A E
in the valleys, plains and hills,
A D
there's an angel, too, for each little grave,
E A
an angel so mission-filled.
D A
I know not how but I sometimes think
E
that they lead us with gentle hands,
A D
and a whisper falls on a willing ear
E A
from the shore of a far off land.
A E
Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside,
A D
in the years to come we will calmly sleep -
E A
in a grave on the green hillside.
( A D A E A D E A )
A D
And these little graves are the wayside marks
A E
that point to a far off land,
A D
and they speak to the soul of a better day,
E A
of a day that's near at hand.
D A
Though we first must walk through dark, some fail,
E
yet Christ will be our guide,
A D
we will reach the shore of a far off land
E A
through a grave on a green hillside.
A E
Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside,
A D
in the years to come we will calmly sleep -
E A
in a grave on the green hillside.
