• When the hour strikes eleven,
    The Lord knows that I'll fall.
    I'll pass the Gates of Heaven,
    Into a grand and glorious hall.

    I'll see the Lord afront me,
    And I'll hear St. Peters' Bell.
    In Heaven I shall be,
    Safe away from Hell.

    I'll walk in and alone I shall not be,
    Quietly without a trace.
    I'll see Angels fly around me,
    In their awe Amazing Grace.

    Living for all eternity,
    In Heaven I Shall Be.