Cabin In The Sky (1940) [FV, easy, jazz, pop, instrumental]
In this cloudy sky overhead now There's no guiding star I can see And I would be lost by each wild tempest tossed Oh, if I didn't know of a place we two can go
There's a little cabin in the sky, Mister For me and for you I feel that it's true somehow
Can't you see that cabin in the sky, Mister An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow?
We will be oh-so gay Eat fried chicken every day As the angels go sailing by
And that is why my heart is flyin' high, Mister 'Cause I know we'll have a cabin in the sky
We will be oh-so gay Eat fried chicken every day As the angels go sailing by
That is why my heart is flying high, baby 'Cause I know we'll have a cabin in the sky.