CHORUS:
By and by, I'm gonna see the king. By and by, I'm gonna see the king.
By and by, I'm gonna see the king. Lord, I don't mind dyin'. I'm a child of God.

A mother called her daughter to her dyin' bed.
She placed her hand upon her daughter's head,
and grabbed her kindly in her arms,
and said I'll not be with you very long.

Oh daughter, the Lord is soon gonna carry me home.
But you must remember, when I'm dead and gone,
that though I leave you in this old world alone,
you know that God will guide you safely home.

Now you might do some things that you don't consider no harm;
but God in heaven knows when you've done wrong, so you'd better let
dancin' and card parties all go by,
so that you might someday reach your home on high.