( Actually this is an album of being told by a man who is dying)
From those around,
I hear a cry,
A mouthful sob,
A hopeless sigh. (That’s after death)
I hear footsteps leaving slowly,( after burying)
And then I know my soul must fly.
I Chilly Wind begins to blow,
Within my soul,
From head to toe,(at the time of death)
And then, the last breath,
Escapes my lips,
It’s time to leave,
And I must go.
So it is true (But it’s too late)
They say each soul,
Has been given a date,
When it must leave
It’s bodies core and meet with eternal fate
Oh Mark my word that I do say
Who knows?
Tomorrow could be your day
At last it comes to heaven or hell (that is our final abode is heaven or hell and decide where you want to be, in this world itself)
Decide which now do not delay
Come on O Brother,
Let’s pray,
Decide with now do not delay.
Oh! God, Oh!
God, I cannot see ,
My eyes are blind, am I still me?
Or has my soul been let astray,
And forced to pay a price list fee,
ALAS to dust we all return,
Some shall rejoice (that is the good people will be in heaven….)
While others burn (…. Well the bad ones will be burning in the hell)
If only I knew that before,
The line grew short
And came my turn
And now Beneath the sod (Earth)
They laid me ( with my record flawed)
They cry, not knowing, but I cried worse,
( they are crying unknowingly but I am crying because I am going to face my God and they don’t know it)
For them they go home
And
I face my God,
Oh Mark the words that I do say,
Who knows?
Tomorrow could be your day
At last it comes to heaven or hell
Decide which now do not delay,
Come on O Brother,
Let’s pray,
Decide now do not delay.