Текст песни Seven Minutes In Heaven - Reba McEntire

I wouldn't ask cash why he wore all black
Or have Elvis sing me a song
I wouldn't ask why Kennedy died
'Cause I know that I wouldn't have long

I wouldn't small talk with Peter by those pearly gates
I'd ask him to let me on in
And I'd say somebody waiting on the other side
That I'd really like to catch up with

If I had seven minutes in Heaven
I know just what I'd do
Take a walk down those golden streets
And find a quiet corner booth

I wouldn't spend all my seconds asking God questions
'Cause he knows I'd be back soon
If I had seven minutes in Heaven
I'd spend them all with you

How's the fishing up there
Have you been getting our prayers
We've been sending them every night
The only issue here is, oh, Lord, we miss you
But I swear, we're doing alright

Does the weather get colder?
Do you ever grow older?
Does it feel like the blink of an eye?
I'm so glad to be here
And I sure hope they serve beer
'Cause, for me, it's been a long time

If I had seven minutes in Heaven
I know just what I'd do
Take a walk down those golden streets
And find a quiet corner booth

I wouldn't spend all my seconds asking God questions
'Cause he knows I'll be back soon
If I had seven minutes in Heaven
I'd spend them all with you

And when it's last call, I'll hug you
And I'll tell you, I love you
But I won't say goodbye, goodbye
Right now, I got to leave
But the next round's on me
And I know it won't be the last time

If I had seven minutes in Heaven
Then I know just what we'll do
Oh, we'll take a walk down those golden streets
And find that same old corner booth

But I might take a few seconds to ask God some questions
I didn't last time I was through
If I had seven minutes in Heaven
I'd spend them all with you

If I had seven minutes in Heaven
I'd spend them all with you