paroles de chanson Sending Up My Timber - Blind Willie McTell

There's a dream that I dreamed
Of my heavenly home
And I know that I'm going there someday. Lord someday
It may be morning, night or noon
Lord I do not know just how soon
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday

There a great consolation
For our heartache and pain
If you just send up some timber
Everyday
And the hope, that he has given
We know the word of God it is true
Pretty white mansion, waiting there for you

Oh yes I'm sending up my timber
Up to heaven, everyday
For there's a mansion
He is preparing there
Lord for me
I will join with all of my friends
Who have gone on to that land
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday

Jesus died, oh yes he suffered
For you, Lord and for me
So that my soul so unworthy
I may live
To see that morning, night or noon
Lord I do not know just how soon. That's why I'm sending up my timber every day

Oh yes I'm sending up my timber
Up to heaven, everyday
For there's a mansion
He's preparing there
Lord for me
I will join with all of my friends
Who have gone on to that glory land
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday

That's why I'm sending up my timber every day