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Old Morgan sat under an old oak tree
On his harmonica he played a song for me
His daughter covered her ears and cried “No More”
She could not stand to listen to that score

Old Morgan that evening passed away
In time to his music the angels’ chariot swayed
His daughter now says her love for him was strong
I asked, “Then why did you try to silence his song?”

“For him to be silent that was your pleasure
The angels loved you too without any measure
To dance to his music was their greatest thrill
Until you told him it was time to be still

The angels prayed for guidance from above
To show you how much you are loved
The answer came ‘bring Old Morgan home
He can sit on God’s holy throne.’

Now God and the angels dance across heaven
And you sit here in your silent haven
The silence you say makes you suffer more
Then you should be careful what you ask for.”