Go Rest High On That Mountain
Vince Gill
I know your life on earth was troubled
and only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You're no stranger to the rain
Go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shouting
Love for the father and the son.
Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve
I wish I could see the angel's faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing.
Go rest high on that mountain
Son your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shouting
Love for the father and the son.
Go to heaven a shouting
Love for the father and the son.
Midi now playing "Go Rest High On That Mountain"
Do
Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do
not go gentle into that good night,
Old
age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage,
rage, against the dying of the light.
Though
wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because
their words had forked no lightening, they
Do
not go gentle into that good night.
Good
men,the last wave, crying how bright
Their
frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage,
rage, against the dying of the light.
Wild
men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
and
learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do
not go gentle into that good night.
Grave
men, near death, who see the blinding sight
Blind
eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage,
rage, against the dying of the light.
And
you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse,
bless me now, with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do
not go gentle into that good night.
Rage,
rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan
Thomas
