The time is near for things to pass, the time for me to leave  But as I lie hear all alone, I really can't believe  That twenty years I've spent on earth would end in so much grief  That the many friendly faces should now stare hatefully  A letter home to mother and a letter home to dad  Another to my sweetheart, for whom I feel so sad  A lock of hair to cling to is all that will remain  And the grave inside this prison yard, a stone that bears no name  My trials and tribulations are nearly now all gone  A murderer I never was and my spirit will live on  Jesus, help me in this troubled time, this hour of trouble deep  Help me find my peace of mind, help me Lord, to sleep