soon i will be gone
as i sit and watch the winters snow
its something i already know
the spring time flowers i`ll never see
because soon death will come for me
in two thousand and three i took my stand
to walk with Jesus and hold his hand
soon there will be that wonderful day
when my Lord comes to take me away
i will walk upon those streets of gold
and always have his hand to hold
im getting cold and i can barely see
finally death has come for me
its something i already know
the spring time flowers i`ll never see
because soon death will come for me
in two thousand and three i took my stand
to walk with Jesus and hold his hand
soon there will be that wonderful day
when my Lord comes to take me away
i will walk upon those streets of gold
and always have his hand to hold
im getting cold and i can barely see
finally death has come for me
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