Multitude -

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