And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me
Eternal happiness or woe
What shall my portion be
A land of deepest shade
Unpierced by human thought
The dreary regions of the dead
Where all things are forgot
And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown