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

Farewell, ye friends whose tender care
Has long engaged my love;
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above.

Cheerful, I leave this vale of tears,
Where pains and sorrows grow;
Welcome the day that ends my toil
And ev'ry scene of woe.

Fly, then, ye interposing days,
Lord, send the summons down;
The hand that strikes me to the dust
Shall raise me to a crown.

I'm a long time trav'ling here below,
I'm a long time trav'ling away from home;
I'm a long time trav'ling here below
To lay this body down.