The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 288

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Lyrics

Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell,
Your springs of joy are dry;
My soul now seeks another home,
A brighter world on high.

Chorus:

I’m a long time travelling here below,
I’m a long time a-travelling away from home,
I’m a long time travelling 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.

(Chorus)