When The Saints Go Marching In - Roger McGuinn

We are trav’ling in the footsteps

Of those who’ve gone before

And we’ll all be reunited

On a new and sunlit shore

Oh, when the saints go marching in

Oh, when the saints go marching in

Lord how I want to be in that number

When the saints go marching in

And when the sun begins to shine

And when the sun begins to shine

Lord, how I want to be in that number

When the sun begins to shine

Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call

Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call

Lord, how I want to be in that number

When the trumpet sounds its call

Some say this world of trouble

Is the only one we need

But I’m waiting for that morning

When the new world is revealed