Dorothy May from Ghost Story by Fern Maddie

Their time was coming
Their kingdom was nigh 
They went a-running towards the sky 
 
She reads the good words
She sings the rhymes 
She lays her pillow in salt brine 
 
Can you hear the trumpets ringing out?
Can you feel the fires raining down? 
What's a shovelful of broken ground? 
Can you hear the trumpets? 
 
Lay me down, sleeping peacefully 
Like a bird from a snare I'll be released 
Raise me up, singing joyfully 
In that land, I'll with Jehovah be 
 
He minds his linens
Sundays are for black 
The story's god-given:
They're not going back 
No they can’t go back.
 
He plies his blessings
He knows he's been picked 
But she's had no message as it was writ
As it was writ 
 
Can you hear the trumpets ringing out?
Can you feel the fires raining down?
What's a shovelful of broken ground?
Can you hear the trumpets?
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them now? 
 
Lay me down, sleeping peacefully 
Like a bird from a snare i'll be released 
And raise me up, singing joyfully 
In that land, I'll with Jehovah be 

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