I could hear them singing like they are gonna fall out Raising hands and hoping, Singing, bringing in the sheets soldiers marching by I want to go there when I die Eyes open wide like a little boy I wonder I could hear them shout, I could hear them rumble Pass the plate and raise the spirits high I want to go there when I die Will I read the bible I wear out my knees my keens And sing 'till my heart goes weary Surely will he hear me, poor sinner I want to go there when I die Well don't you follow me, no, I'll be followed by Every step I take leads me two behind Harder suffering be my only way to fly I want to go there when I die