Walls of Time
BILL MONROE, PETER ROWAN
The wind is blowing 'cross the mountains
And out 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