Слушать бесплатно Lone Pilgrim

I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay And patiently stood by his tomb Went in a low whisper I heard something say: How sweetly I sleep here alone. The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar And gathering storms may arise But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul The tears are all wiped from my eyes. The call of my master compelled me from home No kindred or relative nigh I met the contagion and sank to the tomb My soul flew to mansion on high. Go tell my companion and children most dear To weep not for me now I'm gone The same hand that led me through seas most severe Has kindly assisting me home.