Funeral: "There Is A Fountain"; It Don't Make Sense

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The simple white coffin was carried by three of Mary's cousins and three of her young friends.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day
And there may I, though vile as he
Wash all my sins away.

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Several more friends volunteered to serve as pall-bearers, but they were deemed too small to shoulder the burden. Recent heavy rains made the North Georgia red clay soil glow, as Mary Phagan, just two months shy of fourteen, was laid to her final rest.

God forgive me what I think
God forgive me what I wish right now
Well, you must've known Mary pretty well
Yes sir, I did
Then this must be a mighty hard day for you.

Did you ever hear her laugh?
When she laughed, you swore you'd never cry again
Did you ever see her smile?
Her smile was like a glass of lemonade
And she said funny things
And she wore pretty dresses
And she liked to see the pictures at the VFW Hall
And she loved ridin' swings
And she liked cotton candy
But I think she liked the pictures best of all:

No, it don't make sense to me
That she won't be around
No, it don't make sense to me
To put her in the cold and lonely ground
And no, it don't make sense
The way the world can let you fall
I swear if don't make sense to me at all.

Dear dying Lamb
Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r
She had two crooked teeth
She had cuts on her fingers
She worked next to me last summer
Once a week we used to play
And she knew how to read
She would smile at the foreman
And I can't believe they took my friend away.

|No, it don't make sense to me|That she will not be there|No, it don't make sense to me
|When she laughed, you swore you'd never cry again
She loved when I tied ribbons in her hair.

And no, it don't make sense
They way the sun can still burn down
No, it don't make sense to me
God forgive me what I think
Tell me, son, you got any idea who it was?

God forgive me what I wish right now
I don't know the coward's name
I don't know the bastard's face
But I swear right now to God
He ain't never gonna get away with what he done to Mary!
Let him quiver in his boots!
Let him run until he bleeds!
I won't rest until I know
Hes's burning in the ragin' fires of Hell forevermore!

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins
God forgive me what I think
God forgive me what I wish right now
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And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.