One summer eve as the sun was setting
The wind blew soft and cold
A young man lay on a bed of
Fever and tears stood in his eye
Mother I'm surely dying
The other night as I left the meeting
The spirit, he bid me pay
I said not tonight next week only
I will go, and bang to the day
Mother I'm surely dying
Mother dear go and tell my comrades
Not to do what I have done
When my spirit comes down and calls you
Do not reject this honest plea
Mother I'm surely dying
Mother I'm surely dying
