It is just a Country Graveyard
You can see on yonder hill,
With those snow-capped peaks above it,
So peaceful and so still.
I have sat there many evenings
And watched the sun set in the west,
It seemed that God had put it there
To guard those souls at rest.
It will cause a lonesome feeling
And a throbbing in your heart,
As you read over each inscription
That has caused a broken heart.
There is nothing more pathetic,
And none that's more sincere,
Than a simple funeral service
Preached by some pioneer.
For no one ever had a fault,
Just their virtues can he see,
And to hear them sing the sweet old hymn
"Nearer My God To Thee".
You will see no costly monuments,
But a greater one instead
Is that snow-capped peak above it,
Stands as Sentinel over our dead.