(Dolly Parton) When I was a child I recall and old man; everybody loved old Zeke He was all alone, his family was gone; one day he said to me I'm just sittin' here thinkin' about Jesus, rockin' as my old chair creaks Some glad day I'll fly away when Jesus comes calling for me It might be today, it might be tomorrow, maybe one day next week I'll soon be done with trouble and sorrow when He comes calling for me When Jesus comes calling for me When I die don't grieve and cry Lordy, don't feel sorry for me Oh what a day, what a mighty fine day When Jesus comes calling for me When He comes calling for me I might be in the graveyard walking talking to my family Or I might be plowing in the field down yonder, just old Muley and me Wherever I am, whatever I'm a doing, some sweet day I'll see And band of angels in a cloud of glory when Jesus comes calling for me When He comes calling for me When I die just close my eyes And lay me 'neath the willow tree Oh what a day, what a mighty fine day When Jesus comes calling for me When Jesus comes calling for me I'm just sittin' here watchin' for Jesus, rockin' as my old chair creaks Some sweet day I'll fly away when Jesus comes calling for me When He comes calling for me