Grave on the Green Hillside

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