text: In my time of dying
  I want nobody to mourn
  All I want for you to do
  Is take my body home
  Well, well, well
  So I can die easy
  Well, well, well
  So I can die easy
  Jesus got to make up
  You know
  Jesus going to make up
  Jesus going to make up my dying bed
  Meet me, Jesus, meet me
  Ooh, meet me in the middle of the air
  If my wings should fail me, Lord
  Oh, please meet me with another pair
  Well, well, well
  So I can die easy
  Oh, oh
  Well, well, well
  So I can die easy
  Jesus going to make up
  Somebody, somebody
  Oh, oh
  Jesus going to make up
  Jesus going to make up my dying bed
  Oh, Saint Peter
  At the gates of heaven
  Wont you let me in?
  I never did no harm
  I never did no wrong
  Ah, oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn
  Let me blow your horn
  Oh, I never did no harm
  Did no harm
  Ive only been this young once
  I never thought Id do anybody no wrong
  No, not once, oh no
  Oh yeah!
  Oh, I did somebody some good
  Somebody some good, yes, oh
  Oh, did somebody some good, yeah
  I must have did somebody some good, yeah
  Oh, I believe I did
  I see the smiling faces
  I know I must have left some traces, oh
  And I see them in the streets
  And I see them in the field
  And I hear them shouting under my feet
  And I know its got to be real
  Oh Lord, deliver me
  All the wrong Ive done
  Oh, you can deliver me, Lord
  I only wanted to have some fun
  Oh, hear the angels marching, hear them marching
  Hear them marching, hear them marching, the marching
  Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus
  Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus
  My Jesus, oh my Jesus
  Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, ah, oh
  Now my Jesus, hey, yeah, its got to be my Jesus, oh-whoa
  Its got to be, its got to be my Jesus, its got to be, oh
  Its got to be my Jesus, oh, take me home
  Come on, come on, I can hear the angels singing
  Oh, here they come, here they come, here they come
  Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
  Oh, it feels pretty good up here, pretty good up here
  Oh Georgina, oh Georgina, oh Georgina, oh Georgina, oh Georgina
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah
  Ooh, Ill see you again, come on
  Take it, take it, take it, take, it, yeah, yeah, hey, hey, ooh yes
  Oh, dont you make it my dying, dying, dying...
  Cough
  Thats going to be the one isnt it?
  Come have a listen then
  Oh yes, thank you