Doc Watson
Hicks’ Farewell
The time is swiftly rolling on
When I must faint and die
My body to the dust return
And there forgotten lie

My brother preachers, boldly speak
And stand on Zion's wall
Confirm the strong, revive the weak
And after sinners call

Through heats and cold, I've toiled and went
And wandered in despair
To call poor sinners to repent
And seek the Savior dear

My little children, near my heart
And nature seems to bind
It grieves me sorely to depart
And leave you here behind

My loving wife, my bosom friend
The object of my love
The time's been sweet I spent with thee
My sweet, my harmless dove

Though I must now depart from thee
Let this not grieve your heart
For you will shortly come to me
Where we shall never part