Well, I was walking through this churchyard in the cityWhen up comes this beggar, old and grayWith his arms outstretched he asked me for some pityOh, that it made me bad to hear him sayOh, I wonder, yes, I wonderWhere the angels lay up yonderWhere the angels play their harp for meOh, I wonder, yes, I wonderWhere the angels lay up yonderWhere the angels play their harp for meFor a million miles I travel and a thousand sights I seeI'm waiting for that glory yet to beOh, I wonder, yes, I wonderWhere the angels lay up yonderWhere the angels play their harp for meWell, I ride up to the pearly gates of heavenIn a chariot made of shiny goldAnd I meet the folk who went up there before meAnd all have been gathered in their placeFor a million miles I travel and a thousand sights I seeAnd I'm waiting for that glory yet to beOh, I wonder, yes, I wonderWhere the angels lay up yonderWhere the angels play their harp for meOh, I wonder, yes, I wonderWhere the angels lay up yonderWhere the angels play their harp for meOh, I wonder, yes, I wonderWhere the angels lay up yonderWhere the angels play their harp for meOh, I wonder, yes, I wonderWhere the angels lay up yonderWhere the angels play their harp for me