Bill Monroe, Robert Van Winkle

You've gone so far away, my darling
Each time I think of you I cry
I press your picture to my bossom
Then I feel that you're close by

Years your passed, you've not returned, dear
Now they say that you have died
But your soul will live forever
Now I know you'll be close by

I saw you last while you were leavin'
the tears from you I tried to hide
You took me in your arms and said, dear
Your memory I keep close by

They buried you in a lonely graveyard
And a spot they left beside
there I'll sleep 'till Jesus calls us
So that we can be close by