i haven't waded through all the posts on the last thread, so maybe someone's mentioned "there were roses" already. it took me a week of singing it several times an hour before i could get through it without choking up.
we gathered at the graveside on a cold and rainy day
the minister, he closed his eyes, and for no revenge he prayed...
oh, that a minister should ever have to do such a thing just tears me up.
also, when i'm feeling sad about my love life, i find myself involuntarily singing "loving hannah". depression is the pits, but i guess it's good for something.