| lyric | We are trav'ling to the grave,
We are trav’ling to the grave, my Lord,
We are trav’ling to the grave,
For to lay this body down.
1. My mother died a-shouting;
Singing „Glory, Hallelujah!“
And the last word I heard her say
Was about Jerusalem!
2. My father died a-shouting,
Singing “Glory, Hallelujah!”
And the last word. I heard him say
Was about Jerusalem!
3. My‘ sister died a-shouting, etc.
4. My brother died a-shouting, etc. |