In my time of dying
I don't want anybody to mourn
All I want is someone to come around
and fold my dying arms
Well, well well, so I can die easy
Well, well well, so I can die easy
Well, well well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Meet me, Jesus, meet me
Meet me in the middle of the air
You promised me 10.000 years ago
that you'd be standing there