"Go Down Death" by James Weldon Johnson And God said: Go down Death, go down Go down to Savannah Georgia Down in Yamacraw, And find Sister Caroline. She's borne the burden and heat of the day, She's labored long in the vineyard, And she tried - She's weary. Go down, Death, and bring her to me.... While we were watching round her bed, She turned her eyes and looked away, She saw what we couldn't see: She saw Old Death. She saw Old Death Coming like a falling star. But Death didn't frighten Sister Caroline; He looked to her like a welcome friend. And she whispered to us: I'm going home, And she smiled and closed her eyes. . . . Weep not, weep not, She's is not dead; She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.