Valley of the Dove

When I leave this earth for a home in heaven
may God grant me a small cabin in the hills,
nestled in some quiet peaceful valley
a place where spring flowers never wilt.

May a path carry me to a stream side
flowing gentle among the rocks and rills,
let the birds sing sweetly as the angels
as the gentle dove coos, my heart shall fill.

Rejoicing in God's grace I’ll never tire
as the whip-poor-will’s song rings ore the dell,
may there be peace for all in this valley
there shall never be a need again to kill.

May the cabin be brightened by lamp light
let the fiddles and the banjo's ever ring,
joining in our band will be the angels
in glory will their golden voices sing.

Old friends will gather around the campfire
in harmony we shall sing of God's love,
one by one as old friends come to join us
they’ll be welcomed to the Valley of the Dove.