
Date of issue: 26.12.2017
Song language: English
Fishing in the Sky |
I’ve heard about the streets of gold |
The mansions up on high |
A land where you’ll never grow old |
And no one ever cries |
When we get to Heaven |
God will know just what we like |
He’s got a lake just for me |
In my sweet by and by |
I’ll have a silver boat that sparkles |
It’ll be lined with fleece of white |
I’ll have a rod and reel that’s made of gold |
The fish will always bite |
I’ll have a cabin by the lake |
Shade trees will grow so high |
There’ll be crickets and birds to sing |
When I’m fishing, fishing in the sky |
I know my dad is happy |
I wouldn’t wish him here |
Oh, how I miss him so |
It’s been a long hard year |
And God he loves and talks to me |
So I won’t be alone |
I long so much to be with him |
I can’t wait to go home |
I’ve got a silver boat that sparkles |
It’s lined with fleece of white |
I’ve got a rod and reel that’s made of gold |
The fish, they always bite |
I’ve got a cabin by the lake |
Shade trees they grow so high |
I can’t wait 'til you get here |
I’ll take you fishing, fishing in the sky |
I know that I will see him |
In Heaven when I die |
I wonder what he’s doing now |
In his sweet bye and bye |
We’ll have a silver boat that sparkles |
It’ll be lined with fleece of white |
We’ll have some rod and reels that are made of gold |
The fish will always bite |
We’ll have a cabin by the lake |
Shade trees will grow so high |
There’ll be crickets and birds to sing |
When we’re fishing, fishing in the sky |
Ohhhhhh, we’re fishing |