Oh Lord, one of these days
I'm going to walk with you, talk with you, be with you.
My life is slowly slipping away
As my body starts to decay.
The doctors say that this is my dying day
And in this world I just cannot stay.
Oh Lord, one of these days
I'm going to walk with you, talk with you, be with you.
Some hour soon my life will be through
No matter what I say or do,
But this much I know to be true
Very soon I will be with you…
Oh Lord, one of these days
I'm going to walk with you, talk with you, be with you.
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