Won't You Come and Sing for Me? I feel the shadows now upon me, And fair angels beckon me, Before I go, dear Christian brothers, Won't you come and sing for me? Sing the hymns that we sang together, In that plain little church with the benches all worn. How dear to my heart, how precious the moment We stood shaking hands and singing those songs. My burden is heavy, my heart has grown weary. I have traveled the way that was lost. And it would warm this old heart dear brothers, If you'd come and sing one song. Sing the hymns that we sang together, In that plain little church with the benches all worn. How dear to my heart, how precious the moment We stood shaking hands and singing those songs. In my home beyond that dark river, Your dear faces no longer I'll see, Until we meet where there's no more sad partings, Won't you come and sing for me? Sing the hymns that we sang together, In that plain little church with the benches all worn. How dear yo my heart, how precious the moment We stood shaking hands and singing those songs. Sing the hymns that we sang together, In that plain little church with the benches all worn. How dear to my heart, how precious the moment We stood shaking hands and singing those songs. Recorded by Delia Bell and Bill Grant Copyright Hazel Dickens/Happy Valley Music BMI PP
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