In My Time Of Dying
Well, in my time of dying
I don't want nobody to moan
All I want my friends to do
Come and fold my dying arms (well, well, well)
So I can die easy (well, well, well)
So I can die easy (well, well, well)
So I can die easy, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Won't you meet me Jesus, 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)
Won't you meet me Jesus? (Well, well, well)
Won't you meet me Jesus? (Well, well, well)
Won't you meet me Jesus? Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Now 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)
Well I done crossed over (well, well, well)
Well I done crossed over (well, well, well)
I done crossed over, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Ever since I've been acquainted with Jesus
We haven't been a minute apart
He placed the receiver in my ear, threw religion in my heart (well, well, well)
I can ring up my Jesus (well, well, well)
I can ring up my Jesus (well, well, well)
I can ring up my Jesus, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Now I'm going on down to the river
Stick my sword up in the sand
I'm gonna shout my troubles over Lord, I done made it to the promised land (well, well, well)
I done crossed over (well, well, well)
I done crossed over (well, well, well)
I done crossed over, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
I don't want nobody to moan
All I want my friends to do
Come and fold my dying arms (well, well, well)
So I can die easy (well, well, well)
So I can die easy (well, well, well)
So I can die easy, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Won't you meet me Jesus, 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)
Won't you meet me Jesus? (Well, well, well)
Won't you meet me Jesus? (Well, well, well)
Won't you meet me Jesus? Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Now 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)
Well I done crossed over (well, well, well)
Well I done crossed over (well, well, well)
I done crossed over, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Ever since I've been acquainted with Jesus
We haven't been a minute apart
He placed the receiver in my ear, threw religion in my heart (well, well, well)
I can ring up my Jesus (well, well, well)
I can ring up my Jesus (well, well, well)
I can ring up my Jesus, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Now I'm going on down to the river
Stick my sword up in the sand
I'm gonna shout my troubles over Lord, I done made it to the promised land (well, well, well)
I done crossed over (well, well, well)
I done crossed over (well, well, well)
I done crossed over, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Plant, John Paul Jones, John Bonham, Jimmy Page
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