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 Enjoy a little bluegrass gospel
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My husband loved Bluegrass music, especially the traditional old timers. He had several tapes and CD's of Bill Monroe and The Stanley Brothers. His roots were in the hills of Eastern Kentucky and the music he heard as a child were the traditional sounds of the Bluegrass.

As you read the lyrics, keep in mind the simplicity and beauty of the imagery. I hope it will touch your heart as it did his and still does mine.

We Shall Meet Someday



We shall meet (we shall meet) where no storm clouds gather
We shall meet (we shall meet) someday
By the river of life sparkling cool and clear
We shall meet someday

How our heart aches with grief when we say goodbye
We shall meet (we shall meet) someday
Where no sorrow or tears ever dims our eyes
We shall meet (we shall meet) someday

What a glorious thought as we say goodbye
We shall meet (we shall meet) someday
In that beautiful home that's prepared on high
We shall meet (we shall meet) someday


Author: na
Version: Stanley Brothers
Notes:


Lyrics provided courtesy of Bluegrass Lyrics.Com!



Lord Build Me A Cabin In Gloryland



Many years I've been lookin' for a place to call home
But I still didn't find it so I must travel on
I don't care for the fine mansions on earth's sinkin sand
Lord build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland

Lord build me just a cabin in the corner of gloryland
In the shade of his tree of life that it may ever stand
Where I can hear the angels and shake Jesus' hand
Lord build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland

Listen Lord I'm not askin' to live in the midst
For I know that I'm not worthy of such splendor as this
When I ask Him for mercy while humbly I stand
Lord build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland

I've many dear loved one's who've gone on this way
On the grapevine of mournin' shall I hear them all say
Come and join in the singin' and play in our band
Lord build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland



Author: Bill Monroe
Version: Bill Monroe
Notes:


Lyrics provided courtesy of Bluegrass Lyrics.Com!


Camping In Canaan's Land



I have left the land of bondage with its earthly treasures
I've journeyed to the place where there is love on every hand
I've exchanged the land of heartaches for the land of pleasure
I'm camping, I'm camping, in Canaan's happy land

Every day I'm camping (camping) in the land of Canaan (Canaan)
And in rapture I survey its wondrous beauty grand (Oh, Glory)
Glory, hallelujah (I have) found the land of promise
(And I'm) camping, I'm camping, in Canaan's happy land

Out of Egypt I have traveled through the darkness dreary
Far over hills and valleys and across the desert sands
Thoughts of land that's safe and homeward I shall not go weary
I'm camping, I'm camping, in Canaan's happy land

Yes I've reached the land of promise with the saints of glory
My journey ended in a place so lovely and so grand
I've been led by Jesus to this blessed land of story
I'm camping, I'm camping, in Canaan's happy land






Author: na
Version: Stanley Brothers
Notes:


Lyrics provided courtesy of Bluegrass Lyrics.Com!



Have a blessed day!!!!

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