Bury Me In The Morning, Mother
By: Stephen Foster

Written by: Stephen Foster

 
Lyrics:
Bury Me In The Morning, Mother [Version (a)]:

Lay me down where the grass is green, mother, beneath the willow shade
Where the murmuring winds will mourn, mother, the wreck that death has made

Bury me in the morning and mourn not at my loss
For I'll join the beautiful army that carried the Saviour's cross

Never sorrow or sigh for me, mother, who fell in early years
For I'll be in the pleasant land, mother, that's free from grief and tears

Bury me in the morning and mourn not at my loss
For I'll join the beautiful army that carried the Saviour's cross

I have heard the songs of the blest, mother, and death is drawing near
So ferry me over the stream, mother, that mortals dread and fear

Bury me in the morning and mourn not at my loss
For I'll join the beautiful army that carried the Saviour's cross

You most promise to come to me, mother, when life and hope shall fade
For there's room for you in the home, mother, that's far from the greenwood shade

Bury me in the morning and mourn not at my loss
For I'll join the beautiful army that carried the Saviour's cross
 
The Song:

This can be found in the collection of manly hymns, Hymns For Him.

Like most of the song titles listed on the back of Saint Dude, this is a reference to a much older song. This particularly depressing song is by the most popular songwriter of back then, Stephen Foster, and was written in 1863.