Letras
In the time of dying, I don't want nobody to mourn
All I want my friends to do, come 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
Going on down to the river, stick my sword up in the sand
Gonna shout my troubles over, I done made it to the promised land
Well, well, well, I've done crossed over
Well, well, well, well, well, well
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Who's that coming up yonder? He's waking up Calvary
With a heavy load on his shoulders and his knee bones giving away
Well, well, well, it looks like Jesus
Well, well, well, it must be Jesus
Well, well, well, it must be Jesus
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Well, well, well, he's a dying bed maker
Well, well, well, well, well, well
He's a dying bed maker
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Meet me, Jesus, meet me
Won't you meet me in the middle of the air?
And if these wings should fail me, Lord
Won't you meet me with another pair?
Well, well, well, won't you meet me, Jesus?
Well, well, well, won't you meet me, Jesus?
Well, well, well, won't you meet me, Jesus?
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Going on down to the river, stick my sword up in the sand
Gonna shout my troubles over, I've made it to the promised land
Well, well, well, I've done crossed over
Well, well, well, well, well, well
I've done crossed over
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed