When I wade across the Jordan I'll be shining For I know the one I love is over there From the straight and narrow path I've often wandered But every time he puts me back on course Guide me then to where the fields of lambs are bleating Where the tiger soothes the baby kangaroo Where the Transit full of Keith In the sidestreets has no beef With Elgin, Nairn or Brora anymore As the yoke begins to crush my sinning shoulders And a bunion leads my heart to curse my feet From on high, I hear a choir of angels singing And all at once the Kiss fans disappear Open doors lead in to open arms and Grandad Yonder Mum and Dad stood playing darts Come bid my burden ease Come give me bread and cheese And let me feed the birds forever more