Oh when the saints

    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 refuse to shine
    And when the sun refuse to shine
    Lord, how I want to be in that number
    When the sun refuse to shine

    And when the moon turns red with blood
    And when the moon turns red with blood
    Lord, how I want to be in that number
    When the moon turns red with blood

    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.

    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

    Oh when the drum begins to bang . . .

    Oh when the stars fall from the skies . . .

    Oh when the moon turns into blood . . .

    Oh when the sun turns into fire . . .

    Oh when the fire begins to blaze . . .

    Oh when the Lord calls out the names . . .