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HICK'S FAREWELL The time is swiftly rolling on When I must faint and die, By body to the dust return And there forgotton lie. Let persecutions rage around Let antichrists 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 Saviour dear. Recorded by Doc Watson @death @religion filename[ HCKSFRWL TUNE FILE: HCKSFRWL CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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