Alas the wooden home come longing
Mourns the world from dry eye
Open grave of fresh betoken
I could wrap them while you cry
Rose petal soft in hymnal spoken
Buried wound in last goodbye
Hope springs eternal in mortal veil
I could wrap them while you cry
Salute of gun in number twenty one
Rain lead down from frosted sky
Folded flag from grateful nation
I could wrap them while you cry
I could wrap them while you cry
The folded form of shroud they die
Tears in heartfelt absolution
I could wrap them while you cry
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