It's the indestructible life that I'm after,
It's the 'still small voice' I crave,
It's a candle in the wind that I want,
It's beyond this piteous time of the grave.
I envy those whose lot is done,
I wish I could be with them now,
I'd hate to wait till Kingdom Come,
My transit thence - could God allow?
I'd love to sing for joy above,
My rapture there would ceaseless be,
I can't recall what wrongs I've done,
My death would rather set me free.
