In my time

Now, in the time of dying,
I don't want nobody to mourn.
All I want my friends to do
Comin' for my dying arms,
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy,
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well,
Gonna make up my dying bed.
Meet me, meet me, meet me,
Won't you meet me in the middle of the air.
And if these wings should fail me, Lord,
Won't you meet me with another pair,
Well, well, well,
So I can die easy, Well, well, well.
Won't you meet me,
Well, well, well,
Well, well, well,
Gonna make up my dyin'.

I'm going on down to the river,
Stick my sword up in the sand.
Gonna shout my troubles over, Lord,
I done made it to the promised land,
Well, well, well,
I've done crossed over,
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well,
I've done crossed over,
Gonna make up my dyin' bed.

Ever since I been acquainted with you,
We haven't been a mil (?) apart.
He placed the receiver in my hand,
True religion in my heart,
Well, well, well.
I can ring up my Jesus,
Well, well, well,
Well, well, well,
I can ring up Jesus,
Gonna make up my dyin' bed.

Going on down to the river,
Stick my sword up in the sand,
Gonna shout my troubles over,
I've done made it to the promised land,
Well, well, well.
I've done crossed over,
Well, well well,
Well, well, well,
Gonna make up dyin' bed.

IN MY TIME OF DYING - JOSH WHITE (1933)