SAD SONGS: all-time favourites

Leaving on a Jet Plane

All my bags are packed and am ready to go
Am standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is coming, its early morn
The taxi's waiting, he's blown his horn
Already am so lonesome I could die

Cos am leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
drawn from Immanuel's veins;
and sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
lose all their guilty stains.

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