In the great book of John – you’re warned of the day
When you’ll be laid – beneath the cold clay
The Angel of Death – will come from the sky
And claim your poor soul – when the time comes to die.
When The Angel of Death – comes down after you
Can you smile and say – that you have been true
Can you truthfully say – with your dying breath
That you’re ready to meet – the Angel of death.
When the lights all grow dim – and the dark shadows creep
And then your loved ones – are gathered to weep
Can you face them and say – with your dying breath
That you’re ready to meet – the Angel of Death.