Beula\'s song

Listin, no more weep, she isnt gone, only asleep. Her brow is smooth, her pain is gone, hear now Beula\'s song. Gone to another land, holding fast to Jesus\' hand, soft breezes blow about her cheek, along she skips on dancing feet, blue eyes shinning, she can\'t wait, is that her daddy at the gate? Here to dwellwith birds to sing and butterflies on the wing. Great sky over head, no our Beula is not dead, she only passed to another place, left to our memories to face, with this we must go along, love was her secret, that\'s Beula\'s song.