Text: Hank Williams. Beyond The Sunset.
Should you go first and I remain, to walk the road alone
I'll live in memory's garden dear, with happy days we've known
In spring I'll wait for roses red, when faith the lilacs bloom
And in early fall when brown leaves fall,
I'll catch a glimpse of you
Should you go first and I remain, for battles to be fought
Each thing you've touched along the way, will be a hallowed spot
I'll hear your voice I'll see your smile
Though blindly I may grope
The memory of your helping hand, will buy me on with hope
Beyond the sunset oh blissful morning
When with our saviour, heaven is begun
Earths toiling ended, oh glorious dawning
Beyond the sunset when day is done
Should you go first and I remain, to finish with the scroll
No lessening shadows shall ever creep in
To make this life seem droll
We've known so much of happiness, we've had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of God, that death cannot destroy
I want to know each step you take, that I may walk the same
For someday down that lonely road, you'll hear me call your name
Should you go first and I remain, one thing I'll have you do
Walk slowly down that long long path, for soon I'll follow you
In that fair homeland we'll know no parting
Beyond the sunset for ever more
I'll live in memory's garden dear, with happy days we've known
In spring I'll wait for roses red, when faith the lilacs bloom
And in early fall when brown leaves fall,
I'll catch a glimpse of you
Should you go first and I remain, for battles to be fought
Each thing you've touched along the way, will be a hallowed spot
I'll hear your voice I'll see your smile
Though blindly I may grope
The memory of your helping hand, will buy me on with hope
Beyond the sunset oh blissful morning
When with our saviour, heaven is begun
Earths toiling ended, oh glorious dawning
Beyond the sunset when day is done
Should you go first and I remain, to finish with the scroll
No lessening shadows shall ever creep in
To make this life seem droll
We've known so much of happiness, we've had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of God, that death cannot destroy
I want to know each step you take, that I may walk the same
For someday down that lonely road, you'll hear me call your name
Should you go first and I remain, one thing I'll have you do
Walk slowly down that long long path, for soon I'll follow you
In that fair homeland we'll know no parting
Beyond the sunset for ever more
Williams Hank