Roger Mcguinn 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
