Will the Angels Play the Harps for Me

1: I was passing by a churchyard in the city,
When I saw a beggar old an grey,
With his hands outstretched to ask the folks for pity,
Sure it made me sad to hear him say,

O I wonder, yes I wonder,
Will the angels away up yonder,
Will the angels play their harps for me.
A million miles I've travelled,
A million sights I've seen,
I'm ready for the glory soon to be.
O I wonder, yes I wonder,
Will the angels away up yonder,
Will the angels play their harps for me?

2: Will I ride up to the pearly gates of glory,
In a chariot of shining gold?
Will I see the folks that went up there before me,
When I'm safely gathered in the fold?

O I wonder, yes I wonder,
Will the angels away up yonder,
Will the angels play their harps for me?
A million miles I've travelled,
A million sights I've seen,
Yes I'm ready for the glory soon to be.
O I wonder, yes I wonder,
Will the angels away up yonder,
Will the angels play their harps for me?

3: O my heart is growing weary,
An ma feet is getting dreary;
Will the angels play their harps for me?"

A million miles I've travelled,
A million sights I've seen,
Yes I'm ready for the glory soon to be.
O I wonder, yes I wonder,
Will the angels away up yonder,
Will the angels play their harps for me?