I know your life
on earth was troubled
and only you could know the pain.
You weren't afraid to face the devil,
you were no stranger to the rain.
Go rest high on that mountain
son,your work on earth is done.
Go to heaven a-shoutin'
love for the Father and the Son.
Oh,how we cried the day you left us
we gathered round your grave to grieve.
I wish i could see the angels faces
when they hear your sweet voice sing.