Oh, well, my sweetheart sorely left me, I was low, low, low

Cause I thought she'd always be there by my side

But it's a cold, old world, spinning slow, slow, slow

From Virginia, back to Yonkers I did ride

And I had wandered in that valley of the shadow of death

And I thought I'd never find my way back home

But Mother Mary came to greet me at my dying breath

And now I know that no one ever dies alone

And I'm singing high, high, high

Singing roll, roll, roll

And wherever you have been before, you will go again once more

Staying high, high, high

Laying low, low, low

Cause the doors that you came in from are the doors from which you'll go

My dear departed was a poet, but he died when I was young

Oh, but I saw him in a dream one night

Said, "Don't draw circles 'round yourself, and leave your ego on the shelf [???]

And in that ever-flowing river, I would tread, tread, tread

Cause I was swimming from the things I should've found

Oh, but now I'm laying on my back, I let that current pull the slack

Cause I know someday that my feet would touch the ground

And I'll be singing high, high, high

Singing roll, roll, roll

And wherever you have been before, you will go again once more

Staying high, high, high

Laying low, low, low

Cause those doors that you came in from are the doors from which you'll go