โหลดเพลง mp3 Porter Wagoner's Grave - Marty Stuart

A world-wearied man with tear-filled eyes
Walked in off the street of the uncommonly wise
Into the church meeting with this story he came
Sometimes angels and strangers are one and the same
The preacher said "Sir you're welcome in here
Now tell us as much as you'd want us to hear"
And the stranger said
"It was no more than an hour ago people
I was looking for shelter for the night
I wanted to go somewhere out of the way
Somewhere peaceful and quiet
So I went to a cemetery close by Thompson Lane
And with full respect I entered it and found rest from the rain
I laid down under a sycamore and I was barely asleep
When someone said 'Hello stranger'
And touched the boots on my feet
His hair was pure silver almost like a crown of glory on top
And the rain didn't touch him not one single drop
His voice was familiar it brought me comfort and peace
He laughed and said
'Well we picked a strange place to meet
But I understand I've often come here to pray
When the burdens of life put stones in my way
And you see friend you and me we're brothers
Though we've never met
We've both known heartache disappointment
And the pain of regret
The full weight of sadness love and its cost
And without love a soul is nothing but empty and lost
And I've come to tell you to go on now and be brave
You can live again
You know it's her love that you crave
Go find the one you left behind hold her
Take her by the hand
Show her how much you need her
I believe she'll understand
Now son you take a look at this ground
It's filled with things unsaid
There's a world of good intentions here
In the land of the dead
And friend I'm here to tell you on this very night
I was sent by your maker the giver of life
To tell you there's rest for your soul
There's peace and relief
If you'll just surrender your burdens
Lay them at God's feet
Walk out of this place
Go now and live
In the light of a pure perfect presence
That loves and forgives'
He wore a long purple coat covered in wheels
Red leather boots with sparkling heels
On a dark stormy night a lost soul was saved
Brought into the fold on Porter Wagoner's grave