When On My Deathbed I Am Free
I watched a busy bumblebee
Circling round and round in glee.
When on my deathbed I am free,
May I be as blessed as thee.
I watched an eagle flying free,
I longed to see as he could see.
When on my deathbed I am free,
May I be as keen as thee.
I watched a leaf fall from a tree.
O if it only that were me.
When on my deathbed I am free,
Softly I would fall with thee.
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