As I went out to meet my maker  As I went down that narrow road  The daughter of the local shaker  Walked ahead of me whispering in my ear  And singing this song  Close up the road  Clear the shelf and empty out the store  Close up the road  Pull the cover up a little bit more  As I went out to cross the river  The river slow and deep and wide  The angels sang about the givers  But on the other side the ferryman laughed  As he was singing this song  As I went out to climb the mountain  The mountain hard and steep and cold  I thought I saw the Golden Fountain  But when the fog let up  All that I could do was just a whistle this song