And the sunlight streamed through the churchyard, where the tombstones keep the time
by Cary Kembla. Performances and production by the folks at Studio X, Nashville, Tennessee
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WHERE THE TOMBSTONES KEEP THE TIME
I was a soldier, you were a seamstress
In a past life left behind
And the sunlight streamed through the churchyard
Where the tombstones keep the time
Yeah we met down by the river bend
Where the water's deep and wide
And we kissed under the old elm trees
Where the tombstones keep the time
How your hands shook as you held the letter
Saying they were bringing me back home to lie
And as the sun set the town heard you wailing
From where the tombstones keep the time
Yeah we met down by the river bend
Where the water's deep and wide
And we kissed under the old elm trees
Where the tombstones keep the time
I am a lineman, you are a songstress
I asked "what drew you, what made you mine?"
And my jaw dropped as you said "I remember you
From where the tombstones keep the time"
Now we meet down by the river bend
Where the water's deep and wide
And we kiss under the old elm trees
Where the tombstones keep the time
© 2019 Cary Kembla
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