White

Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell,
Your springs of joy are dry;
My soul now seeks another home,
A brighter world on high.
I'm a long time trav'ling here below,
I'm a long time trav'ling away from home.
I'm a long time trav'ling here below
To lay this body down.

Farewell, my friends, whose tender care
Has long engaged my love;
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above.
I'm a long time trav'ling here below,
I'm a long time trav'ling away from home.
I'm a long time trav'ling here below
To lay this body down.

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