When
the Saints Go Marching In
We are trav'ling
in the footsteps
Of those who've
gone before,
And we'll all be
reunited,
On a new and sunlit
shore,
Oh, when the saints
go marching in
Oh, when the saints
go marching in
Lord how I want
to be in that number
When the saints
go marching in
And when the sun
begins to shine
And when the sun
begins to shine
Lord, how I want
to be in that number
When the sun begins
to shine
Oh, when the trumpet
sounds its call
Oh, when the trumpet
sounds its call
Lord, how I want
to be in that number
When the trumpet
sounds its call
Some say this world
of trouble,
Is the only one
we need,
But I'm waiting
for that morning,
When the new world
is revealed.