Jerusalem's Choir

For forty some years I've been walking the line

Swinging this hammer in a cold, dark mine

I'd like to say that I'm doing fine

But I'm just getting older and tired

I work down here but I can't ever leave

Black hole, black heart, black air that I breathe

But I'll see the light on the day I'm received

And I'm singing in Jerusalem's Choir

Oh, good Lord when my time's at hand

Carry me home up to the promised land

I want to play in the angel band

I want to sing in Jerusalem's Choir

When I was young and the preacher come around

Making his circuit through the mining towns

He'd say "Good people can't you hear the sound

Of the angels in Jerusalem's Choir"

I've been told, I've heard it said

When they call your name on the rolls of the dead

You'll be judged by the life you've led,

You better choose between Heaven and fire

Oh, good Lord when my time's at hand

Carry me home up to the promised land

I want to play in the angel band

I want to sing in Jerusalem's Choir

So I'll keep working in this deep, dark hole

'Til the trumpets sound and the thunder rolls

Then the good Lord, he's going to take my soul

And I'll be singing in Jerusalem's Choir

Oh, good lord when my time's at hand

Carry me home up to the promised land

I want to play in the angel band

I want to sing in Jerusalem's Choir

Oh, I want to play in the angel band

I want to sing in Jerusalem's Choir