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BECAUSE THE WEB MOSTLY SUCKS

I met this man 30 years ago in Algonquin Illinois.
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His son was playing with him then, forget his name.

 
Posted on 06/07/2007
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Spike says:

A+. His first LP had that cut, and it has loomed large in my memory for 40 years. I once learned how to play and sing it.

Here's another, with the lyrics.

I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay And pensively stood by his tomb, When in a low whisper I heard something say, How sweetly I sleep here alone.

The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar, And gathering storms may arise, But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul. The tears are all wiped from my eyes.

The cause of my Master compelled me from home, No kindred or relative nigh. I met the contagion and sank to the tomb, My soul flew to mansions on high.

Go tell my companion and children most dear To weep not for me now I'm gone. The same hand that led me through scenes most severe Has kindly assisted me home.

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