Ever so slowly, the years do fly

I’ve so much to do before I die

And all I can do is sit and sigh

As the wind in the bone yard hurries by

God give me the strength to pay my due

Help me to do, what I must do

Keep me safe from Satan’s eye

As the wind in the bone yard hurries by

My thoughts are broken as are his bones

And the bleeding dog, in pain he moans

No one can save him; his time is nigh

As the wind in the bone yard hurries by

God Almighty, by your Grace

Swiftly take me from this place

If it be thy will, my instruction taken

Let me know I’m not forsaken

I pray, my Lord, hear my cry

And the man and the wind,

Begin to die