The Golden Gates Of Paradise

(H.Verrill)

Hawaiian Quartet

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The old man sat on the hillside
When the long day's work was done
Gazing into the golden west
A place with the setting sun
And it seemed to his watching eyes
Like the gates of paradise

Will the golden gates be open when
My last sun goes down
Will they all be waiting there inside
The dear ones I have known
Will my mother be standing there
With a light on her snow white hair
And the old light shining in her eyes
Through the gates of paradise

And the old light shining in her eyes
Through the gates of paradise