Letra da Música: 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