Sending up My Timber
There's a dream that I dreamed
Of my heavenly home
And I know that I'm going there someday. Lord someday
It may be morning, night or noon
Lord I do not know just how soon
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday
There a great consolation
For our heartache and pain
If you just send up some timber
Everyday
And the hope, that he has given
We know the word of God it is true
Pretty white mansion, waiting there for you
Oh yes I'm sending up my timber
Up to heaven, everyday
For there's a mansion
He is preparing there
Lord for me
I will join with all of my friends
Who have gone on to that land
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday
Jesus died, oh yes he suffered
For you, Lord and for me
So that my soul so unworthy
I may live
To see that morning, night or noon
Lord I do not know just how soon. That's why I'm sending up my timber every day
Oh yes I'm sending up my timber
Up to heaven, everyday
For there's a mansion
He's preparing there
Lord for me
I will join with all of my friends
Who have gone on to that glory land
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday
That's why I'm sending up my timber every day
Of my heavenly home
And I know that I'm going there someday. Lord someday
It may be morning, night or noon
Lord I do not know just how soon
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday
There a great consolation
For our heartache and pain
If you just send up some timber
Everyday
And the hope, that he has given
We know the word of God it is true
Pretty white mansion, waiting there for you
Oh yes I'm sending up my timber
Up to heaven, everyday
For there's a mansion
He is preparing there
Lord for me
I will join with all of my friends
Who have gone on to that land
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday
Jesus died, oh yes he suffered
For you, Lord and for me
So that my soul so unworthy
I may live
To see that morning, night or noon
Lord I do not know just how soon. That's why I'm sending up my timber every day
Oh yes I'm sending up my timber
Up to heaven, everyday
For there's a mansion
He's preparing there
Lord for me
I will join with all of my friends
Who have gone on to that glory land
That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday
That's why I'm sending up my timber every day
Credits
Writer(s): Willie Mctell
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Georgia Fingerstyle Country Blues Classics
- Fingerpicking Maestro - the Blues of Blind Willie McTell
- Come on Around to My House
- Lord, Send Me an Angel
- The Classic Blind Willie, Vol. 2
- The Classic Blind Willie, Vol. 1
- Boll Weevil
- Top 100 Classics - The Very Best of Blind Willie McTell
- His Greatest Tracks
- Rough Guide to Blind Willie Mctell
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