Oh I wonder, yes I wonder,

voice; guitarsCollected by Merlin Mitchell Transcribed by Mary C. Parler Mrs. Opal Donahue Galena, Missouri December 10, 1950 Reel 86, Item 6 Will the Angels Play Their Harps for Me? I was passing by a churchyard in a city, When I saw a beggar old and gray, With his hand stretched out before his as for pity, And it made me sad to here him say: Chorus: Oh I wonder, yes I wonder, Will angels way up yonder Will angels play their harps for me? Oh my heart is growing dreary, And my feet are growing weary, And I'm ready for the glory soon to be. Oh a million miles I've traveled, And a million places seen, And I'm ready for the glory soon to be, Oh I wonder, yes I wonder, Will angels way up yonder Will the angels play their harps for me. When I arrive up to the Pearly Gates in Glory, In a chariot of shining gold, When I meet the ones that's gone up there before me, As we play together in the fold: Chorus:Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation