I
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.
II
Oh how we cried the day you left us
and gathered round your grave to grieve.
I wish I could see the angel’s faces
when they hear your sweet voice singing.
Chorus
Go rest high on the mountain
son your work on earth is done.
Go the heaven a shoutin’
love for the father and the son.