It was early Sunday evening
Just before the death of day
All the family friends were grieving
Reverend Jones just passed away
Sister Jones I've seen it coming
She was familiar with the signs
Late one night I heard her humming
While strolling through the Georgia Path
She said, Lord if you take him away
I don't want to live

It was early Sunday morning
Just before the birth of day
I can hear the rooster crowing
Sister Jones knelt down praying
She said, Lord, he's slipping
through my fingers
Is death, is death the master of a soul
She said Lord I'm humble hear the call
Just grant this life and don't
let him fall
She said, Lord, if you take him away
I don't want to live another day

Later on that Sunday eve
Just before the midnight dawn
Sister Jones was heavy grieving
I still hear her moaning song
Life was flying from a body
Like water from a drying well
Well, I heard her whisper,
thank you Jesus
Just before the midnight bell

Sister Jones was taken away
She didn't live
Sister Jones was taken away
She did not live another day
Sister Jones was taken away
She didk't live