I wish that I could go away.

There’s little cheerful left to say.

There’s little joy inside of me.

I had joy when I woke today,

but since death took its costly fee

there’s little cheerful left say.

I feel as if I ought to stay,

but when he’s carried in front of me

I wish that I could go away.

He’s sought the brighter heavenly way,

and in his haste left suddenly.

There’s little cheerful left say.

I know it’s good it worked this way.

Still though I know his soul is free

I wish that I could go away.

But now he’s finally gone away

we think of how things used to be.

There is a little cheerful left to say.

I wish they wouldn’t go away.

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