Ah -ah -ah -ah
When I go to church this Sunday
I'd like to stay til Monday
Because of all the music that I hear
Now it isn't for the teachin'
And it isn't for the preachin'
I'm storin' up the glory in my ears
I get that glory, I have that glory
A bowl of glory everywhere
Oh, I feel my soul awaken
When everybody sings
Of heaven and that glory way up there
Now you hear the high sopranos
Hollerin' hosannas
You hear the tenors singin'
sweet and clear
When the rumblin' of the bass
shakes the windows out of place
It's stormin' up like glory in my ear
I get that glory, I never glory
Full of glory everywhere
Oh, I feel my soul swingin'
when everybody sings
Of heaven and that glory way up there
Now when the preacher says perdition
he pities my condition
and he tells me to prepare
for Judgment Day.
Well now he may be right or wrong
but with glory in a song
I know that all my sins are washed away,
they're washed away, washed away.
You may be got a choir for
people to admire,
their mu sic may be mighty sweet
But I like to hear the people
Just a -rippin' up the steeple
With glory hallelujah everywhere
Oh, when the saints go marchin' in
Oh, when the saints go marchin' in
Oh, I want to be in that number
When the saints come marching in
Sing out with glory, sing out with glory
Sing out that glory everywhere
Oh, I feel my soul unwind
When everybody sings
Of heaven and that glory way up there
Of heaven and that glory way up there
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