| lyric | O the ark's a-movering, a-movering, a-movering,
The old ark’s a-movering, And I’m going home.
Th’ old ark she reeled,
The old ark she rocked,
the old ark she landed
on the mountaintop.
See that sister dressed so fine?
She ain’t got Jesus in-a her mind.
See that brother dressed so gay?
Death’s goin’ a come for to carry hin away.
See that sister comin’ so slow?
She wants to go to Heav’n fore the Heaven doors close.
Th’aint’t but the one thing grieves my mind;
Sister’s gone to Heav’n and left-a me behind. |