Bill Monroe - There Was Nothing We Could Do lyrics

There Was Nothing We Could Do - Bill Monroe

(Album: Bluegrass Special; Carson)

We all loved our fair tender maiden

From her eyes the light of Heaven shone thru

She fell sick one cold winter morning

And there was nothing we could do

She lay on her death bed so bravely

Her face all tired and worn

We knew in our hearts she was leaving

God had called her to His heavenly home

As she lay on the bed she was smiling

At the people all gathered a-round

It was her only way of saying goodbye

And tomorrow she'd lay neath the ground

The fragrance of flowers from her grave

Goes to heaven where she has gone too

Mortal pain shown on all our faces

But there was nothing we could do

When the preacher began to console us

His words rang out clear and true

He said God called her that's the reason

That there was nothing we could do