On Tuesday, December 3, 1996 2:00:00 AM UTC-6, Holly Tannen wrote:   
   > One of my readers would like to find words, sheet music, or a recording    
   > of a Claudia Schmidt song that goes, "Here's the rain to wash you and    
   > the meadow roots to hold you tight/Here's a row of earth and a crown of    
   > dew/For the shining face here's a mask of night."   
   >    
   > No response from my readers so far. Anyone? I'll credit you in the    
   > column unless you request otherwise.   
   >    
   > Holly   
      
   I believe this is a song written by Thom Bishop (Now called 'Junior Burke')   
   Chritina died on Friday, buried her on Sunday in the Petersburg Cemetary.  On   
   a pleasant hill, where the wind is rustling still; as it breaths across the   
   Illinois prairie.    
   Noone mad a sound as they laid her in the ground, thats when the saddened   
   Reverend said to me:   
   "Any parting words, fore they shovel on the dirt?"  Thats when I said her   
   epitaph will be Here's the Rains to wash you, and the meadow roots to hold you   
   tight.  Here's a robe of earth and a crown of dew-- for the shining face,   
   here's the mask of night.     
   And dust to circle the dancin feet.  And a stone for where the wonder was;    
   lie quiet love, here's the end of pain. And the flowers to bring you back   
   again.   
   Many is the night, the moonlight was bright o'er the Petersburg Cemetary.   
   Came a rustlin sound, that carried through the town and was sung to her to me   
   and only me. There was no cause to fear as it Charmed my weary ear and it said   
   "My love, your Epitah will be:  "here's the Rain... (etc.)   
      
   Now I'm growin old and my trouser legs are rolled and my hands are stuffed in   
   pockets by my side.  My days are all behind and my ways are absent minded, as   
   I search for things I've tucked away to hide.  My name will soon be named and   
   my claim will soon    
   be claimed and I'll be lyin beside her like she was my bride. Sayin "Here's   
   the rain to wash you.. (etc.)   
      
   I hope this helps.  My appologies to Thom Bishop (Junior Burke)-- greatest   
   songwriter that ever lived.   
      
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