| Lyrics: | In a country churchyard there's a Preacher with his people,
Gathered all around to join a man
and woman,
Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from the steeple,
Bees are in the
flowers, growing in the graveyard,
And over the hill, where the river meets the mill,
A
lovely girl is coming down
To give her hand upon her wedding day...
Dressed in simple white
and wearing flowers in her hair,
Music as she walks slowly to the altar,
And picking up his
bible then the Preacher turns towards her, |
