Many Friends Have Passed Over The River


Many friends have passed over the river,
And are safe in the heavenly fold;
They have passed from this life with its shadows
To the land where they never grow old.

Refrain:
Where they never grow old,
No, never grow old,
To the land where they never grow old;
They are safe in those mansions eternal,
In the land where they never grow old.

We have seen them depart from our presence,
While their forms were before us so cold;
But we hope in the future to find them
In the land where they never grow old. [Refrain]

Now the father and mother are waiting
In the beautiful city of gold
For the gathering there of the children
To the land where they never grow old. [Refrain]

And the sweet little rosebud that left us
For a home in the beautiful fold,
It is calling the father and mother
To the land where they never grow old. [Refrain]