The Silver Cord
The Silver cord has broken,
A breath of life has fled,
There’s no more thoughts or dreams for him,
For he's asleep in an earthen bed.
But the ground where he does rest,
The soul's no longer there,
Tho, he endured such grief and strife,
And constant battles he did bear.
But he's not going there to carry a sword,
In a battle for his life,
for the guitar that he played in life,
He now plays for the Lord.
Now as a life force wings it's way on high,
In the glow of the sun in the eastern sky,
As the western winds blow on silver sails,
in the golden glow of the moon so pale.
The golden cup has broken, a breath of life has fled,
No more dreams and thoughts for him,
He's asleep in an earthen bed. Close