One of these splendid mornings
one golden morning
I'm gonna lay down my cross
Get me a day and night crown
Cause, I'm going home to live on High.

Soon as my feet will touch the road
Lay down my heavy burdens
Put on my linen robe in the same glory on High
Goin' home, one day, and leave
my tell of a hell of a story.

Having walked backwards a lot
Straight away, going to move up a little higher
Doesn't look like much from this world of high rollers,
gate-keepers and eye-ballers
Except that forever all the fading will go away
Born that special morning as a warrior to angels
Who had a visit from time to time
I am ready.

I been climbing over hills and mountains
Even out sight-seeing in the valley of Beulah
Where the shadow of death darken unto itself
                            with world-sufferings.
But I am going to walk and never tire, now
                how Jesus said so.
Going to fly and sore with my Red Birds
By and by, them-memories won't look back
Any further than the length of my name's sound
            but adding my whisper and whistle
                      as I go on High.

May 2026