I had this thing floating around in my head in the car and it would not leave me alone. It is not the sort of song, which I sing any more, so I had probably best leave it alone. Still, it's dead easy to play and I shall file it away somewhere!

                        When We Get To Heaven
When we get to Heaven we shall just be kind
Not demand our brethren are all of one mind
We shall heed no icon, have no holy cow
We shall do so many things we do not do now

When we get to Heaven we shall hear the birds
We will never drown their song with our shouted words
We shall hear the nightingale on the willow bough
We shall hear so many things we do not hear now

When we get to Heaven we shall feed the poor
We won't let them waste away outside our front door
We shall share the blessings of the wheel and plough
We shall share so many things we do not share now

When we get to Heaven we will not complain
Sorry, please and thanks are words we'll learn again
From the bright eyed child, from the furrowed brow
We shall say so many things we do not say now


When we get to Heaven we shall all forgive
Both ourselves and others – we'll live and let live
We shall live in harmony – we shall then know how
We will do so many things – why not do them now?

Alan Moorhouse
Copyright (probably irrelevant!) 19/4/2008