I am not weeping, I am not crying,
I will be leaving when I am dying.
Because I am heading for that mansion in the sky.
But it makes no difference really,
A mansion or a shade tree
Or a planet to which I could fly.
I do not really need a shade tree
Because the weather is always healthy,
And like angels we are immune anyhow.
We are immune to the sneezing,
We are immune to the freezing,
And there will never be no sweat on my brow.
So I am happy and rejoicing
For that city, never noisome.
It will grow as the saints come marching in
Where the Savior is the light
In that city always bright!
The only sound we will hear is angels singing.
Can you dig it? What a dreamland!
No more drums in that great band
And the only rap you will hear comes from below.
But you will not have to hear it
Nor will you have to fear it
For they that are below, stay below.
No more crying, no more dying,
And we will never hear no sighing.
There is no sickness or no death on that fair shore.
Thousand years will be like nothing
And up there will not hear no fussing
Just joy and peace and fun forevermore!
There will be work to do. Do not sweat it
Never tired so do not fret it.
Will not need sleep just 20 hours of fun, fun, fun!
Then the other four or seven
Well, you know, the choir in heaven
We will be singing to the Savior evermore!
Sam Cox 04.17.04