| Well, I was walking through this churchyard in the city
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| When I’ve comes this beggar old and grey
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| Now, with his arms outstretched he asked me for some pity
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| Oh and it made me bad to hear him say
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| «Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder
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| Will the angels way up yonder
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| Will the angels play their harps for me?
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| Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder
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| Now the angels way up yonder
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| Will the angels play their harps for me?"
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| For a million miles I traveled and a thousand sights I’ve seen
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| And I’m waitin' for that glory yet to be
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| Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder
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| Will the angels way up yonder
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| Will the angels play their harps for me?
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| Well, I’ll ride up to the pearly gates of heaven
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| In a chariot made of shinin' gold
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| An' I’m meetin' the folk that went up there before me
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| An' all laughin' got out in their fore
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| For a million miles I traveled and a thousand sights I’ve seen
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| And I’m waitin' for that glory yet to be
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| Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder
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| Will the angels way up yonder
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| Will the angels play their harps for me?
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| Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder
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| Will the angels way up yonder
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| Will the angels play their harps for me?
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| Ooh, I wonder, yes, I wonder
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| Will the angels way up yonder
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| Will the angels play their harps for me?
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| Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder
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| Will the angels way up yonder
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| Will the angels play their harps for me? |