On the floor of heaven* With their heavenly hands Speaking to no one Knowing they'll understand All the love letters written Not a one ever sent But the time for regretting Has come to an end
On the floor of heaven Will I scattered like dreams But they'll dreaming no longer So alone so it seems And they tell they'll be hurting Even more now than then Almost all men, all men
No they won't go on circling When they've learned how to bend Almost all men, all men
The time is coming and they look back All on the living they have done The things they're taking and all they've shared The loves they've lost and they've won
On the floor of heaven Soon they'll be feeling alright Hear angels crying forever Some weeping all through the night And those gray clouds grow heavy Till the rains have been spent Washing all of them Almost all men Almost all men