MOURNERS
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.
CRAIG
The simple white coffin was carried by three of Mary's cousins and three of her young friends.
MOURNERS (overlapping Craig)
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day.
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
CRAIG (overlapping)
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.
FRANKIE
God forgive me what I think.
God forgive me what I wish right now.
CRAIG
Well, you must've known Mary pretty well.
FRANKIE
Yessir, I did.
CRAIG
Then this must be a mighty hard day for you.
FRANKIE
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.
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