The Farthest Field by David Dodson
There is a land, high on a hill, where I am going -
There is a voice that calls to me.
The air is sweet, the grasses wave,
The wind is blowing away up in the farthest field.
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Oh walk with me and we will see the mystery revealed.
When one day we went our way up to the farthest field.
The sun will rise, the sun will set,
Across the mountains and we will live with beauty there.
The fragrant flowers, the days and hours,
Will not be counted, and peaceful songs will fill the air
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I know one day I’ll leave my home
Here in the valley and climb up to that field so fair.
And when I’m called and counted in
That final tally, I know that I will see you there.
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Oh my dear friends, I truly love
To hear your voices lifted up in radiant song!
Though through the years we all have made our separate choices,
We’ve ended here where we belong.
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