Where do all the good souls go It is a question The human race needs to know There is an idea I'm coming I'm coming I am coming to grips with you Oh i'm running yes i'm running The fleet is a coming I'll sail away with you They come together by a river One by one they go in Indeed they share a common seat Like it were a golden throne I'm coming I'm coming I am coming to grips with you Oh i'm running yes i'm running The fleet is a coming I'll sail away with you I'm coming I'm coming I am coming to grips with you Oh i'm running my heart is a thumping The fleet is a coming i'll sail away with you I'm coming I'm coming I am coming to grips with you Oh i'm running my heart is a pumping And gabriel's harp's a strumming I'll sail the sky with you
