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