Kathy Mattea - The vacant chair

^AWe shall meet but we shall miss him, ^Dthere will be one vacant^A chair;^A we shall linger to caress ^Ahim, ^AWhile we bre^Bathe our ev'ning ^Epray'r when a ye^Aar ago we gathered, joy was ^Din his mild blue ^Aeyes, ^ABut a golden c^Ahord is severed, And our hopes in^E ruin ^Alie.

^AWe shall ^Dmeet but we shall^A miss him, th^Aere will be one vaca^Ent chair, ^EWe shall ^Alinger to ca^Dress him, while we ^Abreathe o^Eur ev'ning pr^Aay'r.

^AAt our fireside, sad and lonely,often w^Dill the bosom s^Awell a^At remembrance of the story,^A How our ^Bnoble Willie ^Efell; ho^Ew he ^Astrove to bear our banner through the ^Dthickest of the ^Afight, ^AAnd uphold our country's honor, in the strength ^Eof manhood's ^Anight.

^AWe shall ^Dmeet but we shall^A miss him, th^Aere will be one vaca^Ent chair, ^EWe shall ^Alinger to ca^Dress him, while we ^Abreathe o^Eur ev'ning pr^Aay'r.

^ATrue, they tell us wreaths of glory ever ^Dmore will deck his ^Abrow, but this soothes the ^Aanguish only, Sweeping^B o'er our heartstrings^E now. sleep ^Atoday, oh early fallen, in thy g^Dreen and narrow ^Abed, ^ADirges from the pine and cypress mingle with the ^Etears we s^Ahed.

^AWe shall ^Dmeet but we shall^A miss him, th^Aere will be one vaca^Ent chair, ^EWe shall ^Alinger to ca^Dress him, while we ^Abreathe o^Eur ev'ning pr^Aay'r.