When I wade across the Jordan Iâ??ll be shining
For I know the one I love is over there,
From the straight and narrow path Iâ??ve often wandered
But every time he puts me back on course.
Guide me then to where the fields of lambs are bleating
Where the tiger soothes the baby kangaroo,
Where the Transit full of Keith, in the side streets has no beef
With Elgin, Nairn or Brora anymore.
As the yoke begins to crush my sinning shoulders
And a bunion leads my heart to curse my feet,
From on high I hear a choir of angels singing
And all at once the Kiss fans disappear.
Open doors lead in to open arms and Grandad
Yonder Mum and Dad stood playing darts,
Come bid my burden ease; come give me bread and cheese
And let me feed the birds for evermore.
