Сядь со мною Джек...Давай затянем лирику...

 i'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
  travelin' through a world of woe
  ain't no sickness, toil, nor danger
  in that bright land to which i go

Да да ...точно точно Джек...
  
  i'm goin' there to see my father
  said he'd meet me when i come 
  i'm only goin' over jordan
  i'm only goin' over home

Да...Нет лучше места чем дом родной...
  
    i'll soon be free from earthly trials
  this [300x225]body rests in the orchard's yard
  i'll drop this cross of self-denial
  and go singing home to god

ДА...точно...все мы умрём, Джек....