Brink Of Death
Bert Sommer
As I lie upon the brink of death
Knowing soon I'll take my final rest
I can see the golden isles
In the clouds that reach full miles
Someone's calling me, come and see
Soon I'll be free
Thoughts so weird, they passed ways through my mind
Bringing back the times I leave behind
As my eyes see a new dimension
Suddenly I feel the tension
Slowly driftin' up from my soul
I'm growing cold
Someone's hand is reaching out for me
Lifting up the veil to set me free
Now my eyes are not so eery
I can feel his presence near me
Casting tears of joy upon my eyes
And now goodbye
