On A Hill Far Away , Lyric

On A Hill Far Away , Lyric. On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame; On a hill far away stands a tall mighty tree / where a boy and girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing / i remember the pocketknife in hand / and her name in my heart /.

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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross the emblem of suffering and shame; On a hill far away stands a tall mighty tree / where a boy and girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing / i remember the pocketknife in hand / and her name in my heart /. Chorus (g) so i’ll (d) cherish the old rugged (g) cross till my (c) trophies at.

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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross the emblem of suffering and shame; S gone, gone, gone, gone, from me, from me far, far away is my life, my love.

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I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it some day for a crown. For a world of lost sinners was slain.

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And i love that old cross where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain. On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame;

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I will cling to the old rugged cross. I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it some day for a crown.

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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suff’ring and shame, and i love that old cross where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain. On a hill far away, stood an old chevrolet, it’s fenders all rusted and bent.

And I Love That Old Cross Where The Dearest And Best For A World Of Lost Sinners Was Slain So I'll Cherish The Old.

The emblem of suffering and shame. On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame; The emblem of suffering and shame.

And I Love That Old Cross Where The Dearest And Best.

S gone, gone, gone, gone, from me, from me far, far away is my life, my love. So i'll cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies at last i lay down; And i love that old cross where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain.

Till My Trophies, At Last, I Lay Down.

Chorus (g) so i’ll (d) cherish the old rugged (g) cross till my (c) trophies at. And i love that old cross where the dearest and best. And i love that old cross where the dearest and best.

On A Hill Far Away Stood An Old Rugged Cross, The Emblem Of Suff’ring And Shame, And I Love That Old Cross Where The Dearest And Best For A World Of Lost Sinners Was Slain.

For a world of lost sinners was slain. On a hill far away stands a tall mighty tree / where a boy and girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing / i remember the pocketknife in hand / and her name in my heart /. I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it some day for a crown.

On A Hill Far Away Stood An Old Rugged Cross, The Emblem Of Suffering And Shame;

I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it some day for a crown. I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it someday for a crown. So i'll cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies at last i lay down;