Oh, Lovely Appearance of Death
Oh, lovely appearance of death,_
What sight upon earth is so fair?
Not all the gay pageants that breathe
Can with a dead body compare.
In solemn delight I survey
A corpse when the spirit is fled
In love with the beautiful clay,
And longing to lie in its stead _
Its languishing pain is at rest,
Its aching and aching are o`er ;
The quiet immovable breast
Is pained by affliction no more.
The heart it no longer receives
Of trouble and torturing pain;
It ceases to flutter and beat,
It never shall flutter again.
From Our Singing Country, Lomax
Recorded by Hally Wood