My parents lay waiting on cemetery hill.
For me to visit there fulfill their will.
I know they are waiting to hear my steps.
I walk above them before as the Sun sets.
I speak of the family and how things are.
I talk about their children health so far.
I am contented there where they both lay.
I know they hear me when I kneel and pray.
Now I'll go home until I return here again.
And talk to my parents to find joy within.
For there they will rest on cemetery hill.
You know I'll return to fulfill their will.
Today I am going back to visit mom and dad.
Must go cemetery hill to talk I'll be glad.
I'll go visit them tomorrow again I'm sure.
Ever how long these visits last I'll endure.
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