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I remember every place and everytime |
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That I have sung for family and friends |
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And the words have their reason and their rhyme |
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When all the voices there are joining in |
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And I stood there in the cold and in the rain |
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And thought of how the water turned to wine |
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And somehow it always seems to ease the pain |
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To sing a song for a soul who once touched mine |
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Who will sing a song for me |
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When I'm ready to go up yonder |
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I wonder who will sing for me |
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There are songs I have sung |
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And when my time has come |
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Who will sing a song for me |
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Who will sing a song for me |
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When I'm taking my last ride I hope there'll be |
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A line of cars that stretches ten miles long |
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And I pray that everyone remembers me |
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As someone who was worthy of a song |
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Who will sing a song for me |
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When I'm ready to go up yonder |
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I wonder who will sing for me |
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When I near my resting place |
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Rock of ages, Amazing grace |
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Who will sing a song for me |
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Who will sing a song for me |
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Who will sing a song for me |
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A song for me |
