Well I was walking thru' this churchyard in the city When I've come this beggar old and grey Now with his arms outstretched he asked me for some pity Oh and it made me bad to hear him say: Oh I wonder, yes I wonder, Will the angels way up yonder Will the angels play their harps for me? Oh I wonder, yes I wonder, Now the angels way up yonder Will the angels play their harps for me? For a million miles I've travelled And a thousand sights I've seen And I'm waiting for that glory day to be Oh I wonder, yes I wonder Will the angels way up yonder Will the angels play their harps for me? Well I'll ride up to the very gates of Heaven In a chariot made of shiny gold [?] there before me For a million miles I've travelled And thousand sights I've seen And I'm waiting for that glory day to be Oh I wonder yes, I wonder Will the angels way up yonder Will the angels play their harps for me? Oh I wonder yes, I wonder Will the angels way up yonder Will the angels play their harps for me? Oh I wonder yes, I wonder Will the angels way up yonder Will the angels play their harps for me? Oh I wonder yes, I wonder Will the angels way up yonder Will the angels play their harps for me?