Farewell, old friends, it's time to go.
You must be on your way.
Do not let this parting grieve you so,
Though dreary is the day.
(Chorus:) And I'll sing hallelujah,
And you'll sing hallelujah,
And we'll all sing hallelujah,
When we arrive at home.
No saint you were while on this earth.
You trod your path so wide,
For saints do seldom venture forth
For fear they stray aside.
If God there be some Pharisee
Of unforgiving ways,
Then look for Him, for you must seek
To brighten up his days.
And when at Peter's gate you stand,
With sins of flesh and wine,
One song of bribe, he'll take your hand,
And lead you in to dine.
Though friends may join, and friends may part,
Though friends be born and die,
Each song remains within our heart.
Each spirit ever nigh.
[Sung by Ian Robb on "Rose & Crown," Folk Legacy C-106, 1985.
The chorus (and possibly the tune) is taken from "Hallelujah,"
#146 in "The Sacred Harp."]
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