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Krauss Alison A Hundred Miles Or More A Collection

at ol' Will a pattin' his toe We'll make music til the rafters ring All that pickin' and a sawin on the string When the neighbors had a shindig And they

A hundred miles or more Crossing over Jordan To the other shore I'll be standing waiting With all who've gone before I'm just away down the river A hundred miles

Well I recall his parting words Must I accept his fate Or take myself far from this place I thought I heard a black bell toll A little bird did sing

You'll walk unscathed through musket fire, No ploughman's blade will cut thee down, No cutless wound will mark thy face And you will be my ain true love

be the missing part. You must live. So I give you to his heart. The wind is blowing down the silent river, a shining road that leaves me all alone. A

ve spent my life looking for you Finding my way wasn't easy to do But I knew there was you all the while And it's been worth every mile [Chorus:] So

yellow house sittin' on a hill That is where he lived That is where he died Every Sunday morning Hear the weeping willows cry Two children born A beautiful