While I lay me down to sleep,
I worked through the worst day.
If I should die before I awake,
Would I still have to rise each day,
Would I have to wash and iron
the angels' dirty clothes?
And would I have to dump the garbage
Or when I cross the river Jordan,
would such filthy duties stop?
when I have my Thursdays out?
Or will I have to polish stars
and help to hang them out?
Or will there be a chariot
I know I would be discouraged,
and I know I would be dismayed
if I should be a maid in heaven
Now, one very important thing,
when I have a sweetheart,
when I find him most divine?
Will we sometimes walk together
with his arms in mine entwined?
Could we ever free ourselves
of those beautiful white wings?
be just one of those broth
I'm a little bit worried about that.
Yes I am just a little worried
I am not the least bit sick
and not the least bit tired
of this great big beautiful world
worrying about what would happen
ah it's stupid isn't it oh me folks
I'll stop worrying right this minute
and remain a Very much, much alive,