Tuesday, 23 May 2023

blues in the graveyard

 BLUES IN THE GRAVEYARD



I M WALKING THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD MY HEART IS HEAVY AND LOW

THE WIND IS HOWLING THROUGH THE TREES LIKE A MOURNFUL GHOSTLY WOE

MY BABYS GONE AND LEFT ME SHES LYING SIX FEET BELOW

IM FEELING LOST AND LONELY IN THIS BURIAL GROUND


I M SINGING THE BLUES IN THE GRAVEYARD WITH NOBODY TO HEAR MY WOE

I M SINGING THE BLUES IN THE GRAVEYARD WHERE THE DEAD ROAM


I CAN SEE HER GRAVESTONE ITS STANDING TALL AND PROUD

I M KNEELING DOWN BESIDE HER CRYING OUT LOUD

I WISH THAT SHE COULD HEAR ME AND COME BACK TO MY SIDE

BUT SHES GONE FOREVER WHILE IM LEFT HERE TO CRY


I M SINGING THE BLUES IN THE GRAVEYARD WITH NOBODY TO HEAR MY WOE

I M SINGING THE BLUES IN THE GRAVEYARD WHERE THE DEAD ROAM


THE MOON IS SHINING BRIGHT RIGHT NOW CASTING SHADOWS ALL AROUND

FEELING LIKE A LOST SOUL IN THIS BURIAL GROUND

I KNOW THAT SOMEDAY I LL JOIN MY BABY HERE

ONE DAY WE LL BE TOGETHER IN THE SWEET BEYOND SOMEWHERE  


I M SINGING THE BLUES IN THE GRAVEYARD WITH NOBODY TO HEAR MY WOE

I M SINGING THE BLUES IN THE GRAVEYARD WHERE THE DEAD ROAM


I LL KEEP ON SINGING MY BLUES UNTIL MY TIME IS THROUGH

AND MAYBE MY BABY WILL HEAR ME IN THE GREAT BEYOND SO TRUE


WORDS BY PETER STOCK   HAMMERSMITH78MUSICPROMOTIONS COPYRIGHT 2023



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