Keith John Nye

Loved By All Go Rest High On That Mountain, I know your life On earth was troubled, And only you could know the pain, You weren't afraid to face the devil You were no stranger to the rain Go rest high on that mountain Son, your work on earth is done Go to heaven a shoutin' Love for the Father and Son Oh, how we cried the day you left us We gathered round your grave to grieve I wish I could see the angels faces When they hear your sweet (unreadable)