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Sing Me A LullabyI am still a child I have not looked death in the eyeI have not truly suffered I have not looked death in the eye When it comes my time would you sing me a lullaby Will I lift my voice or will I turn and fall Will I sing out loud or will I turn and fall Am I just waiting till I hear that trumpet call Night is falling there's a shadow on the field of grain The sun is setting shining red on the field of grain I see a reaper and he's walking and he's calling my name I hear the boatman singing children will you get on board Lay down your troubles children will you get on board My feet are weary, longing for that other shore (© 1995 by Harvey Reid)
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