text: We are all travling in the footsteps
  Of those thatve gone before
  Well all be reunited
  On that new and sunlit shore
  When the saints marching in
  When the saints go marching in
  Lord, how I want be in that number
  When the saints go marching in
  And when the sun refuses to shine
  When the sun refuses to shine
  Lord, how I want to be in that number
  When the saints go marching in
  Oh when the saints go marching in
  Oh when the saints go marching in
  Lord, how I want to be in that number
  Oh when the saints go marching in
  And when the trumpet sounds its call
  When the trumpet sounds its call
  Lord, how I want to be in that number
  When the trumpet sounds its call
  When the saints marching in
  When the saints go marching in
  Lord, how I want to be in that number
  When the saints go marching in
  And some say that this world of trouble
  Is the only one well ever see
  But Im waiting for that morning
  When the new world is revealed
  Oh when the moon turns red with blood
  Oh when the moon turns red with blood
  Lord, how I want to be in that number
  When the moon turns red with blood
  When the saints go marching in 
  When the saints go marching in 
  Lord, how I want to be in that number 
  When the saints go marching in
  Oh when the saints go marching in 
  When the saints go marching in
  Lord, how I want to be in that number
  When the saints go marching in
  Lord, how I want be in that number 
  When the saints go marching in