Tom: C
C G C
[Verse 1]
C G C
If the lonely graves are scattered in that fenceless vast God's acre
F C G
If no churchbells chime across them and no mourners tread between
F G C
Yet the souls of those sound sleepers go as swiftly to their maker
G C
And the ground is just as sacred and the graves are just as green
[Verse 2]
C G C
If we chant no solemn dirges to the virtue of their living
F C G
If we sing no hymn words o'er them in the glory of the stars
F G C
They can hear a grander music than was ever ours for giving
G C
God's choristers, invisible, the wind in the belahs
C G C
[Verse 3]
C G C
If we set them up no marble it was none the less we loved them
F C G
If we carved a million columns, would it bring them better rest?
F G C
If no gentle hands have fashioned snow white wreaths to lay above them
(Pause, then slowly on the last line)
G C
God has laid his own wildflowers on the lonely graves out west
