Randy Stonehill Emily
I will not forget my sister's face
the day that she died
Such a frail little girl
I remember how I cried
When she reached out to squeeze my hand
I know her time had come
and when her fingers slipped from mine
I knew that it was done
Oh sweet Emily you're going Home
Sweet Emily and I can't go
Looking back upon our younger days
When we'd go out to play
She was weaker than the rest of us
So we'd laugh and run away
But sometimes I'd lie awake at night
And wonder what was wrong
Oh I had the feeling even then
That her days would not be long
Oh sweet Emily you're going Home
Sweet Emily and I can't go
Sometimes I almost hear her calling me
But Heaven seems so far away
I will not forget my sister's face
The strange way that she smiled
Like the times she'd gaze up at the sky
when she was just a child
And I can still hear the echo
Of the last thing she could say
This life is but a moment
In the morning of my day
Oh sweet Emily you're going Home
Sweet Emily and I can't go
Sweet Emily you're going Home
Sweet Emily and I can't go
