I lost my brother Dennis to covid in January 2021, and miss him every day. This song is a healing balm for me, I know he’s in a better place. Thanks for helping to ease my broken heart. Love you guys and your music.
Lyrics Place no wreath upon my door, When I walk this earth no more. Don't be sad, Be not afraid. I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way Dig no grave, for these bones, Carve no words upon a stone. The earth can't hold this soul of mine, I'll be going home ,I'll be going home. Don't stand beneath that willow tree , Saying prayers that I'll no longer need . But like a bird, upon the wing , I will have flown, I will have flown. Place no wreath upon my door, When I walk this earth no more. Don't be sad, Be not afraid. I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way The earth can't hold this soul of mine I'll be going home. I'll be going home. Source: Musixmatch Songwriter: Mark W. Winchester
Oh you guys, this is just the best , I listen to it every day. God bless you all.
I lost my brother Dennis to covid in January 2021, and miss him every day. This song is a healing balm for me, I know he’s in a better place. Thanks for helping to ease my broken heart. Love you guys and your music.
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Beautiful.
crazy beautiful guys. God bless.
Lyrics
Place no wreath upon my door,
When I walk this earth no more.
Don't be sad,
Be not afraid.
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way
Dig no grave, for these bones,
Carve no words upon a stone.
The earth can't hold this soul of mine,
I'll be going home ,I'll be going home.
Don't stand beneath that willow tree ,
Saying prayers that I'll no longer need .
But like a bird, upon the wing ,
I will have flown, I will have flown.
Place no wreath upon my door,
When I walk this earth no more.
Don't be sad,
Be not afraid.
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way
The earth can't hold this soul of mine
I'll be going home. I'll be going home.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriter: Mark W. Winchester
I played this song at my mothers service in November of 2022 😢🙏
It seems fitting that there might be a storm brewing outside, with the breeze gently blowing through the trees.
BALSOM RANGE PLACE NO WEATH ON MY DOOR