Grave on the Green Hillside

There's a little grave on the 4 green hillside
that 1 lies to the morning 5 sun
And the 1 way-worn feet often 4 wander there
when the 5 cares of the day are 1 done
We 4 sometimes sit in the 1 twilight fall
and talk of a far off 5 land
And we 1 sometimes feel in the 4 twilight there
the 5 touch of a vanished 1 hand

Chorus
Grave on the 5 green hill- 1 side
Grave on the green hill- 5 side
In the 1 years to come we will 4 calmly sleep
In a 5 grave on the green hill- 1 side

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