A                              D 
    There's a little grave on the green hillside 
            A                             E 
    that lies to the morning sun, 
                    A                             D 
    and the way-worn feet often wander there, 
                     E                               A 
    when the cares of the day are done. 
            D                                A 
    We sometimes sit in the twilight fall 
                                    E 
    and talk of a far off land, 
               A                                 D 
    and I sometimes feel in the twilight there 
            E                             A 
    the touch of a vanished hand. 

    A                                         E 
Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside, 
             A                               D 
in the years to come we will calmly sleep - 
          E                               A 
in a grave on the green hillside. 

                   A                            D 
    And this land is full of these little graves 
                A                           E 
    in the valleys, plains and hills, 
                      A                             D 
    there's an angel, too, for each little grave, 
           E                        A 
    an angel so mission-filled. 
          D                          A 
    I know not how but I sometimes think 
                                                   E 
    that they lead us with gentle hands, 
                   A                        D 
    and a whisper falls on a willing ear 
                      E                      A 
    from the shore of a far off land. 

    A                                         E 
Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside, 
             A                               D 
in the years to come we will calmly sleep - 
          E                               A 
in a grave on the green hillside. 

( A D A E A D E A ) 

                      A                              D 
    And these little graves are the wayside marks 
             A                      E 
    that point to a far off land, 
                       A                              D 
    and they speak to the soul of a better day, 
             E                          A 
    of a day that's near at hand. 
                        D                                   A 
    Though we first must walk through dark, some fail, 
                                         E 
     yet Christ will be our guide, 
                  A                             D 
    we will reach the shore of a far off land 
                       E                             A 
    through a grave on a green hillside. 

    A                                         E 
Grave on the green hillside, grave on the green hillside, 
             A                               D 
in the years to come we will calmly sleep - 
          E                               A 
in a grave on the green hillside.