Sylwek Szweda

Well, in my time of dyin'

Don't want nobody to mourn.

All I want for you to do is

Is to take my body home,

 

Well, well, well, so I can die easy,

Well, well well,

Well, well, well, so I can dyin' easy.

Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,

Jesus gonna make up  my dyin' bed.

 

Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me,

Meet me in the middle of the air.

If these wings should fail me, Lord,

Won't you meet me with another pair.

 

Lord, in my time of dying

Don't want nobody to cry,

All I want you to do is

Take me when I die.