Harry Belafonte Oh Let Me Fly
Way down yonder in the middle of the field,
Angel working at the chariot wheel,
Not so particular 'bout working at the wheel,
Just want to see how the chariot feels
Oh let me fly, oh let me fly
Let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord
Well I got a mother in the promised land
Ain't gonna stop till I shake her hand
Not so particular 'bout shaking her hand
Just wanna get to the promised land
Oh let me fly, oh let me fly
Let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord
I heard such a rumbling in the sky
I thought my Lord was passing by
It was the good old chariot drawing nigh
Oh well it shook the earth swept the sky
Oh let me fly, oh let me fly
Let me fly to Mount Zion, Lord, Lord