Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hick's Farewell, artist - Doc Watson. Album song The Vanguard Years, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Record label: Vanguard
Song language: English
Hick's Farewell |
My time is swiftly rolling on |
When I must faint and die; |
My body to the dust return |
And there fergotten lie |
Let persecution rage around |
And Antichrist appear; |
My silent dust beneath the ground; |
There’s no disturbance there |
To call poor sinners to repent |
And seek their Savior dear |
My brother preachers, boldly speak |
And stand on Zion’s wall |
Confirm the drunk, confirm the weak |
And after sinners call |
My loving wife, my bosom friend |
The object of my love |
The time’s been sweet l’ve spent with you |
My sweet and harmless dove |
My little children near my heart |
My warm affections know |
From each the path will I attend |
O from them can I go?! |
O God, a father to them be |
And keep them from all harm |
That they may love and worship Thee |
And dwell upon Thy charm |
How often you have looked fer me |
And often seen me come |
But now I must depart from thee |
And nevermore return |
My loving wife, don’t grieve fer me |
Neither lament nor mourn; |
Fer I will with my Jesus be |
And dwell upon his charm |
Version #2 |
The time is swiftly rolling on |
When I must faint and die |
My body to the dust return |
And there forgotten lie |
Let persecutions rage around |
Let Antichrist appear; |
Beneath the cold and silent ground |
There’s no disturbance there |
Through heats and cold I’ve toiled and went |
And wandered in despair; |
To call poor sinners to repent |
And seek the Savior dear |
My brother preachers, boldly speak |
And stand on Zion’s wall |
Confirm the strong, revive the weak |
And after sinners call |
My little children, near my heart |
And nature seems to bind |
It grieves me sorely to depart |
And leave you here behind |
Oh Lord, a father to them be |
And keep them from all harm |
That they may love and worship Thee |
And dwell upon Thy charm |
My loving wife, my bosom friend |
The object of my love |
The time’s been sweet I spent with thee |
My sweet, my harmless dove |
Though I must now depart from thee |
Let this not grieve your heart |
For you will shortly come to me |
Where we shall never part |