On Wednesday, July 29, 2015 at 9:34:34 PM UTC-4, susan...@gmail.com wrote:   
   > On Thursday, March 20, 2014 at 11:46:50 PM UTC-4, pudentame wrote:   
   > > On Thu, 20 Mar 2014 02:02:04 -0700 (PDT), dennisstein@gmail.com wrote:   
   > >    
   > > >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.   
   > >    
   > > Do you have any idea what the name of the song might have been?   
   > >    
   > > I looked up Thom Bishop's discography on All Music and I couldn't find   
   > > a song by the name "Christina" or any other combination from those   
   > > lyrics I could think of.    
   > >    
   > > I looked up Claudia Schmidt's discography and I don't see anything on   
   > > any of her pre-1996 recordings that' attributed to Thom Bishop/Junior   
   > > Burke, so no clue there either.   
   >    
   >    
   > I believe that Claudia wrote the song, but never published or recorded it   
   because the chorus is an actual epitaph, and the husband who wrote it for his   
   wife and had it engraved on her headstone objected to the use of his words in   
   a song.   
      
   I checked further, and the epitaph is on the headstone of Christina Malman   
   Masters, whose husband was Dexter Wright Masters, nephew of poet Edgar Lee   
   Masters. Christina is buried at the Oakland Cemetary in Peterburg (Mendard   
   County), Illinois. She lived    
   from December 2, 1911 to January 14, 1959. Dexter Wright Masters died in 1989.   
      
   The actual epitaph reads:   
      
   Here's the rain, that's to wash you,   
   And the meadow roots to hold you tight.   
   Lie quiet, Love.   
   Here's a robe of earth and a crown of dew.   
   For the shining face, here's a mask of night.   
   (And worms to circle the dancing feet,    
   And a stone for where the wonder was)-   
   Lie quiet, Sweet.   
   Here's the end of pain   
   And flowers to bring you back again.   
      
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