Dying Californian

[melancholy fiddle instrumental intro] Lay up nearer, brother, nearer For my limbs are growing cold And thy presence seemeth nearer When thine arms around me fold I am dying, brother, dying Soon you'll miss me in your berth For my form will soon be lying 'Neath the oceans briny surf [fiddle instrumental interlude] Tell my father when you see him That in death I prayed for him Prayed that I might ever meet him In a world that's free from sin Tell my mother, God assist her Now that she is growing old That her child would glad have kissed her When his lips grew pale and cold [fiddle instrumental interlude] Listen brother, catch each whisper Tis my wife I speak of now Tell oh tell her how I missed her When the fever burned my brow Tell her she must kiss my children Like the kiss I last impressed Hold them as when last I held them Held them closely to my breast [fiddle instrumental interlude] It was for them I crossed the ocean What my hopes were I will not tell But they gained an orphan's portion Yet he doeth all things well Tell them I have reached the haven Where I sought the precious dust And I gained a port called Heaven Where the gold will never rust [fiddle instrumental outro]