Walls Of Time

Bill Monroe

The wind is blowing cross the mountains
And down on the valley way below.
It sweeps the grave of my darling
When I die that's where I want to go.

I hear a voice out in the darkness
It moans and whispers through the pines
I know it's my sweetheart a calling
I hear her through the walls of time

Our names are carved upon the tombstone
I promised her before she died
Our love will bloom forever darling
When we rest side by side.

Lord send the angels for my darling
And take her to that home on high
I'll wait my time out here on earth love
And come to you when I die.

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