Doc Watson—And Am I Born To Die?

[C. M. Sheffield]

And am I born to die,
To lay this body down,
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?

And must my trembling spirit fly
Unto a world unknown?​

Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me,
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be

Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be.​

A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought,
That weary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot

That weary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot.
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