Lyrics
A MAN OF MUCH MERIT ROB MORSBERGER
DEAR FATHER, I AM DYING, BUT DON’T YOU MOURN FOR ME
FOR I HAVE SEEN SUCH BEAUTY AS I NEVER THOUGHT TO SEE
AND GOD IS ALL AROUND US IN THIS WESTERN PARADISE
THE BEAUTY OF THE COUNTRY, GLORY OF THE SUNRISE.
HIGH UPON A HILL THAT OVERLOOKS THE RIVER
FATHER, I AM BOUND FOR THE ARMS OF MY FORGIVER.
ACROSS THIS HANDSOME PRAIRIE, FAR FROM THE WORLD WE KNOW
MY POOR SOUL IS MIGRATING WITH THE DEER AND BUFFALO
AND THE GOSLING ON THE WATER ARE SUCH A PRETTY SIGHT
SOON THEY WILL FLY AWAY UP INTO THE DIMMING LIGHT.
HIGH UPON A HILL THAT OVERLOOKS THE RIVER
FATHER, I AM BOUND FOR THE ARMS OF MY FORGIVER.
AS BEAUTIFUL A PIECE OF LAND, AS I CAN HARDLY BEAR IT
FATHER, I TRIED HARD TO BE A MAN OF MUCH MERIT.
THE ROLLING HILLS AND VALLEYS SO BEAUTIFULLY DIVIDE
THE VASTNESS OF THE PRAIRIE THAT WE SIT ALONGSIDE
AND THIS PART OF THE MISSOURI IS AT LEAST THREE MILES WIDE
FATHER, I MUST GO AWAY NOW TO THE OTHER SIDE.
HIGH UPON A HILL THAT OVERLOOKS
THE RIVER
FATHER, I AM BOUND FOR THE ARMS OF MY FORGIVER