"Blades of grass and pure white stone shelter those who've come and gone. Just below the em'rald sod are boys who've reached the arms of God. Buried here with dignity, endless rows for all to see. Freedom's seeds in sorrow sown, 'neath blades of grass and pure white stones." The text alone is compelling in its own right, but when the lyrical folksong quality of the vocal lines is added, the piece becomes something of its own. Great music and a great message will make this work of favorite for years to come!