Classic Poem

Going to set down and rest awhile,
When my good Lord calls me.

Sister Mary went to Heaven,
And she went there to stay,
And she didn't go to come back no more;
She sang a song that the angels couldn't sing:
“Hosanna, carry on”

Little children, don't you moan,
When my good Lord calls me.
O, Zion!
When my good Lord calls me.