Cabin in the Sky - Ethel Waters/Max Meth & His Orchestra
In this cloudy sky overhead now
There's no guiding star I can see
And I would be lost by each wild tempest tossed
If I didn't know of a place we two can go
There's a little cabin in the sky Mister
For me and for you
I feel that it's true somehow
Can't you see that cabin in the sky Mister
An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow
We will be oh so gay
Eat fried chicken every day
As the angels go sailing by
And that is why my heart is flying high Mister
'Cause I know we'll have a cabin in the sky
There's a little cabin in the sky Mister
Can't you see that cabin in the sky Mister
We will be oh so gay
Eat fried chicken every day
As the angels go sailing by
That is why my heart is flying high Mister
'Cause I know we'll have a cabin in the sky
