White

Ye fleeting charms of earth farewell,
Your springs of joy are dry;
My soul seeks another home.
A brighter world on high.

Chorus:

I'm a long time trav'ling here below,
I'm a long time trav'ling away from home,
I'm a long time trav'ling here below,
To lay this body down.

Farewell, my friends, whose tender care
Has long engaged my love;
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above.

(Chorus)



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Paul Stefanski, Thelma Marin Jonsdottir, Mike Lindsay
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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