RING THE BELL SOFTLY, THERE'S CREPE ON THE DOOR
 
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Some one has gone from this strange world of ours
No more to gather its thorns with its flowers
No more to linger where sunbeams must fade
Where, on all beauty, Death's fingers are laid
Weary with mingling Life's bitter and sweet
Weary with parting and never to meet
Some one has gone to the bright golden shore
Ring the bell softly, there's crepe on the door.

Someone is resting from sorrow and sin
Happy where earth's conflicts enter not in
Joyous as birds, when the morning is bright
When the sweet sunbeams have brought us their light
Weary with sowing and never to reap
Weary with labour and welcoming sleep
Someone's departed to Heaven's glad shore
Ring the bell softly, there's crepe on the door.

Angels are anxiously longing to meet
One who walks with them in Heaven's bright street
Loved ones have whispered that someone is blest
Free from earth's trials, and taking sweet rest
Yes, There's one more in angelic bliss
One less to cherish, and one less to kiss
One more departed to Heaven's bright shore
Ring the bell softly, there's crepe on the door.
 
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Written and composed by Dexter Smith & E.L. Catlin - 1876
Performed by The Christy Minstrels
 
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