When I go to church this Sunday
I'd like to stay til Monday
Because of all the music that I hear
Now it isn't for the teachin'
And it isn't for the preachin'
I'm storin' up the glory in my ears
I get that glory, I have that glory
A bowl of glory everywhere
Oh, I feel my soul awaken
Of heaven and that glory way up there
Now you hear the high sopranos
You hear the tenors singin'
When the rumblin' of the bass
shakes the windows out of place
It's stormin' up like glory in my ear
I get that glory, I never glory
Oh, I feel my soul swingin'
Of heaven and that glory way up there
Now when the preacher says perdition
and he tells me to prepare
Well now he may be right or wrong
I know that all my sins are washed away,
they're washed away, washed away.
You may be got a choir for
their mu sic may be mighty sweet
But I like to hear the people
Just a -rippin' up the steeple
With glory hallelujah everywhere
Oh, when the saints go marchin' in
Oh, when the saints go marchin' in
Oh, I want to be in that number
When the saints come marching in
Sing out with glory, sing out with glory
Sing out that glory everywhere
Oh, I feel my soul unwind
Of heaven and that glory way up there
Of heaven and that glory way up there