I received this comment on an old post today.
More nearly one hundred years ago than you would believe, I heard this song fairly often in our circle. But the time it really got to me was at the funeral of a family friend, a man who had died much too young. I can hear the male quartet singing it at this very moment. I'm going to guess; seventy five years ago. The melody is still very familiar and I will be singing it all the way to Eugene, Ore. tomorrow as I travel to my brother-in-law's funeral. 84 years old, he's died after a long siege with Lewy Body Dementia, and he, whether he knew this song or not, will be singing about change today. What a treat to find these words, which I'd forgotten except for the first verse and chorus, on your website today. The internet, and folk who maintain sites thereon, what gifts from our Father.Mr. Pottinger, you and your family have my prayers today. My God grant you safe travel, courage and comfort at this time.In His love,
Robert Pottinger
Peace to you.
Posted by tripp at May 12, 2005 09:13 AM