| Oh when the saints go marching in, | 
| Oh when the saints go marching in, | 
| Oh Lord, I won’t be part of this number, | 
| Oh when the saints go marching in. | 
| Oh when the sun refuses to shine, | 
| Oh when the sun refuses to shine, | 
| Oh Lord, I won’t be part of this number | 
| When the sun refuses to shine | 
| When Gabriel blows in his home | 
| When Gabriel blows in his home | 
| Tell the Lord don’t let me be in the member | 
| When Gabriel blows in his home (all right !) | 
| Oh when the saints go marching in | 
| Oh when the saints go marching in | 
| Oh Lord I won’t be part of this number | 
| When the saints go marching in | 
| Oh when the sun refuses to shine | 
| And when the sun refuses to shine | 
| Oh lord I won’t be part of this number | 
| Oh when the sun refuses to shine | 
| And when the moon turns red to blood | 
| And when the moon turns red to blood | 
| Oh Lord I won’t be part of your number | 
| When the moon turns red to blood | 
| Sometimes that 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 | 
| Oh Lord I won’t be part of this number | 
| Oh when the saints go marching in | 
| Oh when the saints go marching in | 
| Oh when the saints go marching in | 
| Oh Lord I won’t be part of this number | 
| Oh when the saints go marching in | 
| (Merci à Alicia pour cettes paroles) |