1. Gone to the grave is our loved one,
Gone thro’ the night of gloom;
Lowly we bend over our friend
Now borne away to the tomb.
Chorus:
They are going down the valley,
The deep, dark valley;
We’ll see their faces never more,
Till we pass down the valley,
The dark, death valley,
And meet them on the other shore.
2. Oft we have mingled together,
Sometimes with prayer and song;
Now when we meet, this one we greet
Never again in our throng.
3. Sweetly the from will be sleeping
Under the cypress shade;
Sad though we be, fondly will we
Cherish the name of the dead.
4. Down in the valley they’re going,
Down to the other shore;
But with the blest, ever at rest,
Weeping will come never more.