There Was Nothing We Could Do - Bill Monroe
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(Album: Bluegrass Special; Carson)
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We all loved our fair tender maiden
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From her eyes the light of Heaven shone thru
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She fell sick one cold winter morning
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And there was nothing we could do
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She lay on her death bed so bravely
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Her face all tired and worn
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We knew in our hearts she was leaving
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God had called her to His heavenly home
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As she lay on the bed she was smiling
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At the people all gathered a-round
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It was her only way of saying goodbye
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And tomorrow she'd lay neath the ground
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The fragrance of flowers from her grave
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Goes to heaven where she has gone too
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Mortal pain shown on all our faces
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But there was nothing we could do
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When the preacher began to console us
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His words rang out clear and true
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He said God called her that's the reason
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That there was nothing we could do
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There Was Nothing We Could Do
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| Bill Monroe |
