All night the army came up from Gilgal br To get to the killing field, and that's all. br In the ground, warf and woof, lay the dead. br I want to die in My own bed. br Like slits in a tank, their eyes were uncanny, br I'm always the few and they are the many. br I must answer. They can interrogate My head. br But I want to die in My own bed. br br The sun stood still in Gibeon. Forever so, it's willing br to illuminate those waging battle and killing. br I may not see My wife when her blood is shed, br But I want to die in My own bed. br br Samson, his strength in his long black hair, br My hair they sheared when they made me a hero br Perforce, and taught me to charge ahead. br I want to die in My own bed. br br I saw you could live and furnish with grace br Even a lion's den, if you've no other place. br I don't even mind to die alone, to be dead, br But I want to die in My own bed.