Way Up Yonder - Ronnie Lane

Well, I was walking through this churchyard in the city

When I’ve comes this beggar old and grey

Now, with his arms outstretched he asked me for some pity

Oh and it made me bad to hear him say

«Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder

Will the angels way up yonder

Will the angels play their harps for me?

Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder

Now the angels way up yonder

Will the angels play their harps for me?"

For a million miles I traveled and a thousand sights I’ve seen

And I’m waitin' for that glory yet to be

Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder

Will the angels way up yonder

Will the angels play their harps for me?

Well, I’ll ride up to the pearly gates of heaven

In a chariot made of shinin' gold

An' I’m meetin' the folk that went up there before me

An' all laughin' got out in their fore

For a million miles I traveled and a thousand sights I’ve seen

And I’m waitin' for that glory yet to be

Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder

Will the angels way up yonder

Will the angels play their harps for me?

Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder

Will the angels way up yonder

Will the angels play their harps for me?

Ooh, I wonder, yes, I wonder

Will the angels way up yonder

Will the angels play their harps for me?

Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder

Will the angels way up yonder

Will the angels play their harps for me?