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The Old Churchyard

from A Twelvemonth and a Day by Mark Automaton

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Come, come with me to the old churchyard,
I so well know those paths 'neath the soft green sward.
Friends slumber there that we want to regard;
We will trace out their names in the old churchyard.
Mourn not for them, their trials are o'er
Why weep for those who will weep no more?
For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard
Their pillows may be in the old churchyard.

I know that it's vain when our friends depart
To breathe kind words to a broken heart;
And I know that the joy of life is marred
When we follow lost friends to the old churchyard.
But were I at rest 'neath yonder tree,
Why would you weep, my friends, for me?
I'm so weary, so wayworn, why would you retard
The peace I seek in the old churchyard?

Why weep for me for I'm anxious to go
To that haven of rest where no tears ever flow
And I fear not my fate when it's time to depart
I will set with the sun in the old churchyard
I rest in the hope that one bright day
Sunshine will burst through these prisons of clay
The trumpets will sound in the hills near and far
And will wake up the dead in the old churchyard

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from A Twelvemonth and a Day, released May 11, 2019

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Mark Automaton UK

Mark Automaton came to prominence as a founding member of the seminal “cassette culture” band the Instant Automatons, who were instrumental in spearheading the UK DIY music scene of the late 70s and early 80s.
Since then, Mark has been active as a producer, musical collaborator and solo artist, releasing music under his own name and also as 391 and randomk/automata.
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