Will there be sagebrush in heaven And will there be tumbleweed Will there be corrals where my old saddle pals Every night in the moonlight would meet I've counted each star in these bright western skies Rare beauty is all I can see Where the red river flows and the sweetest flower grows In heaven, what more could there be Will there be sagebrush in heaven And will there be tumbleweed Acres of grain and wide open plains What more up in heaven can there be ♪ I've counted each star in these bright western skies Rare beauty is all I can see Where the red river flows and the sweetest flower grows In heaven, what more could there be Will there be sagebrush in heaven And will there be tumbleweed Acres of grain and wide open plains What more up in heaven can there be