Wednesday, October 21, 2015



                                          When I Pass

                                                                                                         by Riley Lincoln, WPB Fla.
                                                                                                               January 2014


   This old cabin is cold tonight
    The logs are no match for
   The cold north wind blowing in
    We've been stoking the old stove
   But the heat….
    The old cabin won't hold
   The old man laying in his bed
    Is still able to raise his head
   His withered and wrinkled hand
    Reached out from under the blanket
   And he said "whiskey please
    and I'll bet
   I'll never see another sunset"

   So gather around, kids, and I will
    Tell you what will happen when
                      I pass

   The thunder will start falling
    Down on the ground
   Then it will bounce all around
    And rain drops will turn to red rose petals
   And drop on your lily-white sheets
    On your old oak bed

   The moon will turn a beautiful blue
    And smile back at you
   And the twinkling stars
    Will start to blink a beautiful pink
   The lighting will turn purple
    And flash down all the old railroad track
   Then turn around and flash all the way back
    The wind will blow all the wildflowers
   From the plains
    And all the pretty butterflies will pour
   Out of the smokestacks of all the old
    Steam engine trains

   Butterflies and wildflowers will
    Fill the pale blue sky
   If you look close you will see
    Me waving good-bye

   The great waves on the oceans
    Of the world will stop
   The surface of the oceans will look
    Like a sheet of blue glass
   All the big whales will surface
    All over the world
   And blow high plumes of water into the sky
    In tribute to the great Lord
   In the "Sweet Bye and Bye"

   Then the angels from the clouds high above
    Will sing for exactly ten minutes about God's love
   Then the sun will pop out, it will be eighty degrees
    And it will be a beautiful day
   And all the people will be free


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