There's ain't no sense in lyin' I know that I'm dyin' my friend. My body is leavin' I know death is reeling me in I can see all your faces And feel your good graces within. My spirit is soarin' Although my old body won't mend. Tattered up pages And the wisdom of sages won't help. There ain't a cure for a place so impure I don't doubt. I'm sorry to leave you But know that old death ain't the end I will see you in the Kingdom of Light When our souls meet again. Chorus: