Rita MacNeil - Crossing Lyrics
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Crossing
Crossing Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Crossing By Rita MacNeil?
A generation's come from here
My father told me stories Of how he would return one day And in a time of glory We were distant by a many miles Made distant by the sailin' I've come to stand in Father's place I heard the night winds wailin' He was haunted by a melody He heard so long ago It came from in his mother's heart And touched his very soul Oh I've often heard him speak your name Although we've never met I've come to see, for Father now To put his mind to rest And when the night lies over you And I lay gently dreamin' Although the candle burns no more The journey's now completed The past is far behind us now It was buried in the crossin' We have our place that bears the trace Of time so long forgotten We were distant by a broken tides Made distant by the ocean I've come to stand in father's place I heard the night winds callin' He was haunted by a melody He heard so long ago It came from in his mother's heart And touched his very soul Oh I've often heard him speak your name Although we've never met I've come to see for father now To put his mind to rest And when the night lies over you And I lay gently dreamin' Although the candle burns no more The journey's now completed And when the night lies over you And I lay gently dreamin' Although the candle burns no more The journey's now completed |
Who Wrote Crossing By Rita MacNeil?
Rita Macneil
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