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Listen To My Hammer Ring
Aubry Holt/Jaymore Music, BMI
Wipe away the sweat and tears and rest your weary eyes
Brush away all of your fears and hold your head up high
You've got to build this box of pine, build it with your bare hands
The warm sweet tears will make you blind but try to understand
(chorus)
Away on yonder hill
At night when the wind lies still
It seems I can hear the angels sing
Oh, listen to my hammer ring
Oh, listen to my hammer ring
The Master called and your baby's gone, don't question God's own will
Just drive each spike so gently home, let it ring across these hills
They'll lay your darling down to rest beneath that marble stone
This box of pine will be her bed until the angels taker her home
(repeat chorus)
Oh, listen to my hammer ring
Oh, listen to my hammer ring
