| lyric | Goin' to set down an' rest awhile,
When my good Lord calls me.
Sister Mary went to heav’n,
An’ she went there to stay,
An’ she didn’t go to come back no more.
She sang a song
that the Angel’s coundn’t sing:
„Hoseana, carry on.“
Don’t you moan, Little children,
don’t you moan.
When my good Lord calls me. |