The Dying

I can feel the arms of death around me,
can hear the bells ringing,
angels surrounding me,
and the door someones knocking.

I am not scared to die,
but I fear to say bye,
for all I have is you,
my love for you is true.

I have to go oh my love,
fly away like a dove,
no more time to waste,
now I have to haste.

I dont want you to cry,
just sing me a lullaby,
so I can rest in peace,
when my souls taken to the east.