I was passing by a churchyard in a city
When I saw a beggar old and grey.
With his hands outstretched he asked the folks for pity,
And it made me sad to hear him say:

[CHORUS:] Oh I wonder, yes I wonder,
Will the angels way up yonder,
Will the angels play their harps for me?
For my feet are growing weary,
And my heart is growing dreary,
Will the angels play their harps for me?
Oh, a million miles I've travelled, and a million sights I've seen,
And I'm ready for the glory soon to be.
Oh I wonder, yes I wonder,
Will the angels way up yonder,
Will the angels play their harps for me?

Will I ride up to the Pearly Gates in glory
In a chariot of shining gold?
Will I see the folks who went up there before me
When I'm safely gathered in the fold?

[CHORUS]

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 27-Aug-02.