Phyllis Roudybush
Sadly missed byHarold andthe Boys
In loving memory of Phyllis Roudybush
When the shadows of night are falling,
And we are sitting alone,
There always comes a longing, dear,
If you could only come home.
Peacefully sleeping, resting at last,
The world’s weary trouble and trials are past,
In silence she suffered, in patience she bore,
Till God called her home to suffer no more.
