It was early Sunday evening just
before the death of day.
All the family friends were grievin’
Rev. Jones just passed away.
Sister Jones had seen it comin’.
She was familiar with the signs.
Late one night I heard her humming
while strollin’ through the Georgia pines.
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 and prayed:
Lord, he’s slippin’ through my fingers.
Is death the master of us all
Lord, I’m humble here before you
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 evening just
before the midnight dawn
Sister Jones was heavy breathin’
I still hear her mournin’ song
Life was cryin’ from her body
like water from a dryin’ 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 didn’t live,
Sister Jones was taken away
she didn’t live another day