Walls of Time
Written by Bill Monroe & Peter Rowan




The wind is blowing 'cross the mountains,
And down on the valley way below,
It sweeps the grave of my darling,
When I die that's where I want to go.


Lord send the angels for my darling,
And take her to that home on high,
I'll wait my time out here on earth love,
And come to you when I die.


Our names are carved upon the tombstone,
I promised you before you died,
Our love will bloom forever darling,
When we rest side by side.


I hear a voice out in the darkness,
It moans and whispers through the pines,
I know it's my sweetheart a calling,
I hear her through the walls of time.

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