In my time of
dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy [x2]
Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me.
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy [x2]
Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me.
Meet me in the
middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord.
If my wings should fail me, Lord.
Please meet me
with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy [X2]
Jesus, gonna make up.. somebody, somebody...
Jesus gonna make up... Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed
Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven... Won't you let me in
I never did no harm. I never did no wrong
Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm.
I've only been this young once.
Well, well, well, so I can die easy [X2]
Jesus, gonna make up.. somebody, somebody...
Jesus gonna make up... Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed
Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven... Won't you let me in
I never did no harm. I never did no wrong
Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm.
I've only been this young once.
I never thought
I'd do anybody no wrong
No, not once.
Oh, I did somebody some good.
No, not once.
Oh, I did somebody some good.
Somebody some
good...
Oh, did somebody some good.
Oh, did somebody some good.
I must have did
somebody some good...
Oh, I believe I did
I see the smiling faces
I know I must have left some traces
And I see them in the streets
And I see them in the field
And I hear them shouting under my feet
And I know it's got to be real
Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I've done
You can deliver me, Lord
I only wanted to have some fun.
Hear the angels marchin', hear the' marchin', hear them marchin',
hear them marchin', the' marchin'
Oh my Jesus... [repeat]
Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'...
[Studio Chatter:] "That's gonna be the one, isn't it? "
"Come have a listen, then. "
Oh yes, thank you."
Oh, I believe I did
I see the smiling faces
I know I must have left some traces
And I see them in the streets
And I see them in the field
And I hear them shouting under my feet
And I know it's got to be real
Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I've done
You can deliver me, Lord
I only wanted to have some fun.
Hear the angels marchin', hear the' marchin', hear them marchin',
hear them marchin', the' marchin'
Oh my Jesus... [repeat]
Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'...
[Studio Chatter:] "That's gonna be the one, isn't it? "
"Come have a listen, then. "
Oh yes, thank you."
Writer(s): Robert Plant, John Bonham, John Paul Jones,
Jimmy Page
"Physical Graffiti" (1975)
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