when death ll close my eyelids and my race on earth is run will you miss me when i m gone will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me when i m gone come and set yourself beside me come and set beside my bed lay your hand upon my brow while my achin hearth grows dead will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me when i m gone will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me will you miss me when i m gone
['american folk revival', 'appalachian folk', 'folk', 'old-time', 'protest folk', 'singer-songwriter', 'traditional blues', 'traditional folk']