Biography:
An English folk group from Hull, Yorkshire, the Watersons performed mainly traditional songs with little or no accompaniment. Their distinctive sound came from their close harmonies.
Original members were Norma Waterson, Mike Waterson, and Lal Waterson, with their cousin John Harrison from Kingston High School. They had a skiffle band in the early 1960s but moved on to playing more traditional material. They were briefly known as "The Folksons".
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The original song was played in G minor, but that may be too high for some singers,
so I transposed it down to a manageable pitch.
Dm A# F C
1st Verse: Come, come with me out to the old churchyard,
Dm A# Gm Dm
I so well know those paths 'neath the soft green sward.
Dm A# F C
Friends slumber in there that we want to regard;
Dm A# C Dm
We will trace out their names in the old churchyard.
F
Mourn not for them, their trials are o'er
Dm A# F
And why weep for those who will weep no more?
Dm A# F C
For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard
Dm A# C Dm
Their pillows may be in the old churchyard.
Dm A# F C
2nd Verse: I know that it's vain when our friends depart
Dm A# Gm Dm
To breathe kind words to a broken heart;
Dm A# F C
And I know that the joy of life is marred
Dm A# C Dm
When we follow lost friends to the old churchyard.
F
But were I at rest 'neath yonder tree,
Dm A# F
Oh, why would you weep, my friends, for me?
Dm A# F C
I'm so weary, so wayworn, why would you retard
Dm A# C Dm
The peace I seek in the old churchyard?
Dm A# F C
3rd Verse: Why weep for me, for I'm anxious to go
Dm A# Gm Dm
To that haven of rest where no tears ever flow;
Dm A# F C
And I fear not to enter that dark lonely tomb
Dm A# C Dm
Where our Saviour has lain and conquered the gloom.
F
I rest in the hope that one bright day
Dm A# F
Sunshine will burst to these prisons of clay,
Dm A# F C
And old Gabriel's trumpet and voice of the Lord
Dm A# C Dm
Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard.
so I transposed it down to a manageable pitch.
Dm A# F C
1st Verse: Come, come with me out to the old churchyard,
Dm A# Gm Dm
I so well know those paths 'neath the soft green sward.
Dm A# F C
Friends slumber in there that we want to regard;
Dm A# C Dm
We will trace out their names in the old churchyard.
F
Mourn not for them, their trials are o'er
Dm A# F
And why weep for those who will weep no more?
Dm A# F C
For sweet is their sleep, though cold and hard
Dm A# C Dm
Their pillows may be in the old churchyard.
Dm A# F C
2nd Verse: I know that it's vain when our friends depart
Dm A# Gm Dm
To breathe kind words to a broken heart;
Dm A# F C
And I know that the joy of life is marred
Dm A# C Dm
When we follow lost friends to the old churchyard.
F
But were I at rest 'neath yonder tree,
Dm A# F
Oh, why would you weep, my friends, for me?
Dm A# F C
I'm so weary, so wayworn, why would you retard
Dm A# C Dm
The peace I seek in the old churchyard?
Dm A# F C
3rd Verse: Why weep for me, for I'm anxious to go
Dm A# Gm Dm
To that haven of rest where no tears ever flow;
Dm A# F C
And I fear not to enter that dark lonely tomb
Dm A# C Dm
Where our Saviour has lain and conquered the gloom.
F
I rest in the hope that one bright day
Dm A# F
Sunshine will burst to these prisons of clay,
Dm A# F C
And old Gabriel's trumpet and voice of the Lord
Dm A# C Dm
Will wake up the dead in the old churchyard.
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