Lyrics

When I think of the friends, and the strangers too, Who have sung old songs with me,Who have played old tunes, and told old tales, How dear is that memory.

Chorus:
And our voices will meetOnce more in harmony sweet Our voices will ringOnce more old songs to sing

There's the singing of birds, and the angels' songs That are sung with a golden harp, But the singing of friends is the best of all, It cheers the sorrowing heart.

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Now we know that life is more than a song, And we all have a burden to bear. We can't meet every night by the clear moonlight, To sing away all our care.
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When I think of the friends, and the strangers too, Whose voices I'll hear no more, Then I know why the old songs sing of a time Where we'll meet on the other shore
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c 2005 Penny Anderson