The old man stood on fleecy ground,
Stood tall before the Pearly Gates.
He raised his hand, he let it down,
Sat himself down
And studied.
“Well, sir,” he said, “I need me my book.”
And in his hands appeared a book.
He turned the pages one by one,
......
The old man stood on fleecy ground,
Stood tall before the Pearly Gates.
He raised his hand, he let it down,
Sat himself down
And studied.
“Well, sir,” he said, “I need me my book.”
And in his hands appeared a book.
He turned the pages one by one,
......