The time is near for things to pass, The time for me to leave But as I lie hear all alone, I really can't believe That twenty years I've spent on earth would end in so much grief That the many friendly faces should now stare hatefully
A letter home to mother, and a letter home to dad Another to my sweetheart, for whom I feel so sad A lock of hair to cling to is all that will remain And the grave inside this prison yard, A stone that bears no name.
My trials and tribulations are nearly now all gone A murderer I never was and my spirit will live on Jesus, help me in this troubled time, This hour of trouble deep Help me find my peace of mind, Help me Lord, to sleep
